Kael sat in the silence of the server room, the hum of the cooling fans suddenly feeling very loud. He looked at the extracted files on his screen. The promise Alisa had made—to get these memories to Earth, to the farmhouse in Ohio—had been intercepted by the void for a hundred years. The data packet had drifted in the debris field of Titan-5 until an Archaivist salvage drone scooped it up into a bin of junk data.