n. To flee the mausoleum, the estate, this entir

emergency call button on the wall near the door, a

embling, reached o

ith medical kits swarmed in. They moved with a quiet, unnerving efficiency,

ing mansion that made the tomb look modest. They led her to a private m

oom, a woman with an elegant, severe beauty and sil

e. The fami

lue as Byron's, were sharp and assessing. She took Amelie's hands in her own. H

ion, his aggression, his desecration of the pod. She described the pod opening and Byron... waking. She

ble. One by one, drawn by the impossible news that had ripped through the estate, the Hyde clan began to assemble, their faces a gallery of shock, disbelief, and poorly concealed

he narrative and his face darke

Amelie sa

rk looks, their hushed, urgent tones fill

tor emerged fr

nced to the waiting family. "B

bed, looking pale and diminished against the star

ice was weak, but it landed in

ook-shock, yes, but underneath it,

d's life-support systems had kept him alive. Cal's shouting and his attempts to tamper with the controls, he claimed, ha

d, ensuring he had every

f sensation in his lower extremities. We'll need to run a full battery of tests, including

aly

the air, unspok

o dawn. A flicker of hope. A living, breathing Byron was a t

s. It's God's greatest gift!" She stroked his face, her touch gentle, her words dripping with love. But as her eyes met Amelie's

nding Amelie where she s

ed to the room. "As of three weeks

er. The gesture was weak, b

the bed and let him take h

ing over his brothers, "she will act on my behalf. An

and Sterling pasted on smiles, stepping forward to offe

convincing performance

murmuring amongst themselves, th

shut, leaving Ame

gone. The pallor was still there, b

ng all its manufactured frailty. "Let'