Lumina looked out her only apartment window. Her reflection stared back, it's face smudged with dirt and black scorch marks. Outside of her window, fires from barrels looked up at her. The flames fingers struggled to rise and touch her, but doubled back a quarter of an inch away from the barrels rings. Lumina breath a heavy sigh, touching the tips of her fingers to a fresh, pink burn.

She looked down at the ground again. A lonely figure, dressed in a thick, grey hoodie and jeans had their head ducked low. It walked – hastily – towards the entrance of the apartment building that Lumina stayed in. Lumina backed away from the window, shouldered the door, and cupped an ear to its rough surface.

Footsteps stomped down the hall, slowed, and stopped in front of the door. Lumina held her breath. The figure didn't make a sound.

There was silence for five long minutes.

Then, Lumina's Holo violently buzzed with a message alert. She kept her ear glued to the door. The figure shifted its weight, and then twisted at the door handle. Once the door handle stopped vibrating, Lumina quietly unlocked the door and stepped back. She crouched behind her black futon and watched.

Another three minutes of silence passed.

The handle twisted. The door cracked open. Then, the crack grew wider, a hand slipping in, sliding across the blue wall. The hand's fingers – with colorfully painted fingernails – wrapped around a light switch. It skillfully turned off the living room light, turning the space into an eerie darkness, the only light, dim, and coming from the window.

The door grew wider still, until it was open. The hooded figure tiptoed in. Lumina, still quietly breathing and crouched behind the futon's arm, continued to watch the figure's movements as her hand reached for a boxy shape behind her.

The figure slowly closed the door and slipped off her hood. A messily pulled back pony tail was behind her head. She shifted in her spot and took a step, not in the usual path of a thief. She stepped towards the futon and slumped onto the black cushion.

She waited...

Her thumb circled the other.

And waited...

And waited...

AND WAITED...

Finally, Lumina rose from her position, the black box clutched tightly within her grip, and loomed over the sitting figure. The figure, unstartled from the sudden appearance, looked up at Lumina, her eyes glittering in the darkness.

"Who are you?" And how dare you intrude like a thief?" Lumina asked, her whispers like firecrackers echoing throughout the room.

The figure rose from her seat. Lumina clutched the black box tighter. "You'll know soon enough, Hera," the figure said in a hoarse voice.

The figure drew closer to Lumina until Lumina was clutched within the figure's grasp. Lumina lodged the black box into the figure's rib cage, but stopped from going any further. The figure's thin fingers dug into her shoulder blades, her head lay on Lumina's collar bone, and tears leaked profusely from the figure's eyes. That was when Lumina knew.

Lumina removed the taser from the woman's ribs and let it fall to the floor. A minor electrical charge shot from the metal tongs, but then disappeared. Lumina held on tightly to the woman, grasping her like she would a long-lost sibling. Of course, her sister may not have been lost, but was surely missed after being up in that spacecraft for forever!

"Eva, you're home!" Lumina pulled away, her hands still grasping her sister's shoulders and holding her glistening gaze. "Well... Half of it."

In the darkness, Lumina could make out Eva's smile. "I'm glad to finally be back. But I never foresaw my homecoming as being a crash landing. Or... the second half of a split Earth."

Lumina looked at Eva in surprise. "You crash landed?"

Eva scratched her head. "Yeah. And I have the scars, sores, and burns to prove it."

"Here." Lumina sat Eva down on an old, blue recliner. "How about we have a look at that?"

"Alright," Eva responded, already stripping off her hoodie, revealing a white tank top underneath.

Lumina whipped around, her hand groping for the light switch. Once on, Lumina went for the medicine cabinet and got out several rolls of medical tape, gauze, bandages, some alcohol, and hydrogen peroxide. Cotton swabs were also picked up on the way back to Eva.

"My gosh!" Lumina exclaimed upon seeing Eva's arms.

"Yeah. It looks worse in the light," Eva responded, her palms nervously rubbing at each other.

Lumina walked over, placing all the supplies on an end table, and crouched by Eva's side to inspect the wounds. After a minute, Lumina responded, "I guess all we can do right now is clean and wrap'em."

"That sounds alright. I wasn't expecting anything professional."

"Well good, because I'm not an expert," Lumina replied jokingly.

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"I think that's good," Lumina said, wiping her hands together as if there was a layer of dust caked onto her palms.

"Thank - you," Eva replied. "It already seems to feel better thanks to the bandages cushioning."

"Well that's good."

Lumina rose from her spot, collected the medical supplies, and placed them back into the medical cabinet. When she came back out, Lumina noticed that Eva was holding her Holo.

Lumina cleared her throat.

"Sorry. I just happened to see it blinking and picked it up. I didn't think it was going to be so touchy until after the screen came on."

"That's alright. I'm sure it's nothing important anyways."

"You might want to rethink that." Evan handed the Holo back to Lumina. "Take a look."

Lumina glanced down at the screen. Her eyes caught on a bold ONE WEEK before reading the whole message.

Lumina looked back up at Eva. "This is really bad."

Eva grimly nodded.