Imperfect solutions for imperfect beings
It was a pleasant day outside, as long as you sat in the shade, like the one that fell on the bench where Eve sat in the moment. A slight breeze brought smells of grass and recent rain. Not an acid one, for once.
Flowers were blooming, birds were chirping. Eve, though, wasn't in a mood to enjoy the weather. She came out of the house and into the yard in a hope that a change of location will make her thought juices running, but it was just as for naught as her coming out of DreamscapeEdit before that.
All her attention was on the screen of the laptop in her hands. A code was open in it, and Eve looked at it with unseeing eyes. The eyes that couldn't see the way out, no matter how hard Eve tried.
A soft sound of steps on the grass told her that someone was approaching. Eve didn't need to even turn to know who. His presence was as familiar by now as his footsteps, and besides, he was the only other human for kilometres.