“Someday, all of this will be yours,” her father said as they stood side by side on the balcony.
She looked down at the streets that stretched forever and all the colourful people and things.
“That’s a lot,” she said.
“Yes, and I’m taking care of all of this until I can pass them to you. Then it will be your turn to take care of everyone. Think you can do that?”
“I don’t know. That’s a lot.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll help you until you’re ready.”
But when that someday came, she wasn’t ready, and her father couldn’t help her. In fact, no one could. She was alone, surrounded by people trapped in an unexplained sleep.
Her slumbering father remained silent. She pressed her lips together.
First things first. Time to find the one responsible and wake everyone up.