I Will Remember You

Body bags.

One for each member of the Atlantis expedition, folded neatly in a crate Carson had opened once too often.

He wondered how the Hoffans would cope.

"How," he asked swishing amber liquid, "do you bury that many dead?"

The glass was silent. So was he, slumped on his bed. Noon on Atlantis and the city bustled whilst he remained alone, down-time. An order from Weir.

He drained the glass, laid back, stared at the ceiling.

Did the Hoffans believe in an afterlife? Was Perna there now?

Heaven was crowded. So was the cemetry. He had control over neither.

End