She’d needed time to recover from the events of that day; a lot of bad dreams at night, too much sleeping during the day, lots of reading and watching movies. Telos had been giving her plenty of space. Possibly too much. Now that she was feeling more her normal self, which wasn’t saying all that much, she’d started wondering what the hell she should do with her life. She had enough money in the bank that she didn’t need to worry about finding work for a while, but this was a tough economy. Eventually her savings wouldn’t look so robust, and if the job market didn’t improve while she was dicking around, she’d end up wishing she’d started looking sooner. If she went back to her old job, she’d have to do it soon. The partners had emailed her and called a couple of times. The problem was she didn’t want to do anything that reminded her of her life before Telos. Not her old job. Not her old house. But she couldn’t just drift along either.
