Thursday, November 4th 2010. 2242hrs.

The probe was on.
She looked on the screen.
He stood on her side.

It was empty.
The probe can’t find it.

They looked again.
Some fuzzy shadows.
He held her right hand.
Tight.
She did not understand.

One balloon.
On the outside, upside down, a head.
A head, hanging on its tail.
To the balloon.

Fuzzy shadows.
Of a small being long gone.
Of a chewed lump of blood.
And bone.
Crumpled.

His heart cried.
And so did hers.

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