The eastern side of the third floor had been turned into a series of small rooms, each one separated from the next by plywood walls that someone had built after the apocalypse. The doors were makeshift things, made from salvaged wood and held in place by hinges that looked like they had been made by hand.
Reidar stopped in front of the third door on the right, which was that of his office.
[Reidar Miller—CEO]
His hand paused on the handle. It had been a year since he last had been here. There hadn't been a moment of respite, and even if it was a year, it really felt like decades.
For a moment, everything else faded away. The portals, the church, the Aegis Phalanx, Jorik, and the progenitor.
All of it disappeared, and what remained was the sound of his breathing and the realization that behind this door were the two people he had crossed a country to find, although, with how distances grew, it was better to say he crossed a planet.
He opened the door.
