“Today, I’m 25 years old, and I can’t remember most of them. Even my old face is fading from my memory.”

Brynn disengages her cybernetic limbs, leaving bare-socketed stumps. Settling into the bathtub with @Arturos, the Welshwoman sighs.

“At least I’m making new memories with you, my love.”

On site, Prime Minister. There’s a man in a red suit and a woman with a trident already here. They’re talking with the twins.

Standing by.

So immeasurably angry at her interaction with Hermes is Brynn that she punches a hole in the wall. Exiting the home she shares with her man, the cyborg rockets into the sky and flies to where @Arturos is photographing @Dreamer in the city.

Bursting through the front door of the studio, Brynn goes right up to Art and dips him into a long kiss. Then, realizing that Baretta saw the whole thing, the Welshwoman blushes and clears her throat.

“Hello, Dreamer.”

@Arturos receives an urgent text from Brynn’s neural implants at three in the morning.

📲 Art! I found her! I found Jessica! She was wandering the streets of Merthyr Tydfil naked and with no memory! I convinced her to stay with us. Please come at once!

Attached is an image of a sleeping metal woman in bed in their guest room.

Brynn tiptoes up behind @Arturos and places her mechanical hands over his eyes. The soft whirring of her limbs gives her away, but she doesn’t care. She’s just happy to have her man back.

“Guess who?”