[Carolina watches as he fades away from her view and slowly so does the rest of the Mother of Invention and the metal all around her, leaving her in the cold darkness before she suddenly wakes up. Surrounding her in bed is warmth, soft sheets, the breath of someone else quietly filling the air around her, and she sits up as quickly as she can. Her hands feel around for York, trying to find him in the sheets and for a moment she panics when she doesn't, but then her fingers bump against his side.]
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