A mushroom cloud of sorrow seemed to loom over the city. A conglomeration of regrets and sad memories that had come together to form something...more. But there were undertones of lighter feelings--the prosperity and general enthusiasm that's often found in tourist spots new and old. An observant traveler might have noticed the difference between the glum houses that had stood there for decades, and the new, brightly-painted stores and restaurants that had sprung up since the meteor.

All of this, however, was completely lost on Louis Fritz.

To him, it was shaping up to be one of those nights where your body is trying to make for all the sleep it's ever missed--and while normally he was okay with this, tonight it was becoming somewhat of a problem, since this feeling was not setting on while he was warm and comfortable in bed, but while he was supposed to be walking upright into town to find a place to rest.

He thought nothing of the subtle, sinking sensation in his chest as he staggered into town. There were a lot of really awful memories that one could find if they cared to delve into the deep recesses of his memory--a whole mine-full, if you want to get into metaphors. The sinking sensation--it was like all of these memories were roused from their slumber. And even though they were in the back of his mind now, still beyond the lights of conscious thought, they were active again, so to speak...

Louis trudged on towards an inn, oblivious that he, too, was slowly becoming part of that mushroom cloud of sorrow over Mourn.

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