Ch. 2<br/>Home Again<br/><br/>Dillan wandered down the hall, and smiled, hearing the patter of Cara's Converse on the cement floor. Taking a right down a corridor, more lights turned on, showing a fairly large room, complete with an entire kitchen to make a professional chef jealous. The stainless steel glimmered as Dillan turned on a burner, flicking a wrist in the air.<br/>It seemed strange, but then suddenly, a hologram appeared in thin air, and Dillan flicked through the mid-air menu with a casual deftness. Music started playing, "Cry me a River" by Micheal Buble, one of Dillan's favorites.<br/>He walked over to the fridge, another massive stainless steel appliance, almost matching the walls. Opening the culinary safe, he expertly picked a tray of eggs, a loaf of bread, a small tray of butter, and a box of teabags out. Carrying the load in his arms, he placed each item on the counter, cracking eggs, spreading butter on toast, and frying up his favorite meal, "Egg in a Basket".<br/>He filled a teapot with water, placed it on the stove, and started preparing the tea, Earl Grey to be exact; as Cara wandered into the culinary miracle taking place. As he turned to face her, he pulled his goggles and bandanna off, revealing an unshaven man in his early 20's. All the time out in the desert scavenging had aged him prematurely. But he still had a physique to die for, which he made apparent as he pulled his sweater and t-shirt off, revealing a svelte and muscular exterior, his arms and chest rippling with muscles, accenting his ash-grey hair well. Turning again to Cara, he asked, "Would you like tea with your egg? It's fresh."