After Jorick left for his meeting, Katelina realized she didn't have a key to their apartment. With nowhere to go, she and Xandria followed Micah and Loren to their room. Micah's bald head gleamed under the lights. Tattoos and a brown goatee gave him a biker look that his tank top and motorcycle boots echoed. Loren, meanwhile, looked sixteen, with a mop of dark curly hair, large doe-like eyes, and a hoodie that was tied off under the stump of his missing left arm.
They boarded the elevator. Katelina gazed through the glass walls at the stories tall atrium. The rock wall was repaired so the waterfall flowed unobstructed to the pools below. The ceiling that had been a blasted mess was fixed, and the maze of plants and benches looked as fresh as ever. Only the missing fountain stood testament to Malick's revolt.
On the fifth floor, Micah found his room. After three tries he unlocked the door. "Fucking cards," he muttered as he pushed his way inside. "What's wrong with a key?"