"Eek!" Nikki jumped slightly, her hands gripping the bumper of the SUV.
The roar of the children swarming the God of War was so loud, so chaotic and joyful, that she hadn't even heard the caretaker approach her side.
"Changed?" Nikki echoed, her dark eyes wide as she looked down at the woman in the flour-dusted apron. "What was he like before?"
The caretaker crossed her arms, a wistful, almost melancholic smile touching her worn features. "He rarely came here," she explained, her voice barely carrying over the shrieks of laughter from the courtyard. "In the three years since the Fall, I have only seen him in person twice. He came to deliver automated medical supplies and to audit the structural integrity of the warehouse. It was strictly business. Cold. Calculating."
