Harvey Rivers let out a helpless sigh. "Busy is fine. At least we're doing our part for our rescued compatriots."
Mira Mercer and Owen Lance left the internment camp, their vehicle heading straight for Barlow National Bank.
On the way, Mira called Celine Ward. The moment the line connected, Celine asked impatiently, "Mira, how did it go?"
"Your aunt and Sienna Stanford are safe. We got them out."
"Oh, thank God. Thank you so much."
Even through the phone, Mira could feel Celine's overwhelming relief and excitement.
"It wasn't just me. It was a team effort."
"Thank you to everyone, and especially you, Mira."
"Hold off on the thanks for now. I need to tell you that Sienna and your aunt aren't in the best condition. You need to brace yourself."
"What's wrong with them? Are they disabled? Did someone harvest their organs?"
"No, nothing like that. It's their mental state."
"That's fine, as long as they are physically intact. After going through such hell, it's normal for them to be traumatized.
We can get them into therapy once they are back."
"I hope so.
To be completely honest, when I saw them today, Sienna didn't even recognize me."
Mira felt it was best to give Celine a heads-up so she could mentally prepare.
"It's okay. When they get back, we'll hire the best psychiatrists in the country."
Having said her piece, Mira didn't want to sound entirely pessimistic as a friend.


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