It was a few days before we were completely free of the ruins, and weeks more before we were recovered enough to move on. We'd stopped back into Leah to let the townsfolk know that we'd failed. They took the news stolidly enough, and Chasity never said a word. I guess it was a hard life, even in the pretty little township, and loss wasn't something anyone was unfamiliar with. From there, we headed back out into the world again, heading north again, trying to regain the trail of the crew that had taken the object of Her quest.
The object of Her quest. We knew a little bit more about it, but not much. She'd told us some, but though trust ran between us like an electrical current, this was the one thing she'd always played very close to the chest. We discussed it between us in the evenings, what it was for, what we'd do with it if- when we managed to get it back. We didn't really even have a plan to do that, but getting it back, finishing Her quest, was the only thing we had.
So we wandered. We followed hints, rumors, any thread we could pick up, from junktown to village to ruined town. Weeks passed. A month. Then we rolled back into Doc's hometown, Nova Vi.
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