The steady hum of the aircraft engines provided a comforting backdrop as we settled in for the long flight home. Despite my weakened state, I found myself curious about how long it would take us to reach home.
"Anthony," I called out, my voice still carrying that frustrating weakness that reminded me of my current limitations. "How long till we reach home?"
He glanced at his watch and did some quick mental calculations. "Eight and a half hours, assuming normal flight path and no delays."
My heart sank a little. "My System comes back online in ten hours. That's going to be... problematic."
The implications were obvious to Evelyn and Anthony. Landing while still System-disabled would mean facing reporters, supporters, and political opponents while physically compromised. Even if I could manage to hide the weakness for a short time, any extended public appearance would be a disaster.
