Elara sat down. The lights didn’t dim. They dissolved.
Elara hadn’t meant to find it. She was just trying to escape the rain—the kind of horizontal London drizzle that seeped into your bones. She ducked into the old entertainment district beneath the O2 arena, a cavern of neon ghosts and shuttered concessions. o2 movies
The seat was warm. Her cheeks were wet. And on the screen, in flickering white text: Elara sat down