Atton was torn between the urge to go home and check on Sparkle - make sure the island didn't have any surprises planned for NYE - and keeping an eye on Sia. Sure, she could take care of herself, but she was also stubborn, and stubborn people in wartime...

Things didn't always work out how they planned.

Finding him wouldn't be hard; he was sitting in the small room (maybe it was just a broomcloset) he'd been allocated as living space, eyeing the Portalocity page on his comm and trying to think.

He clicked it away and ran a hand through his hair. Fine. He'd see how Sia was doing before he made any decisions.

Are the doctors done with you yet?