It had been long months since his boss left the park. It still drew a crowd, but without her the sustained record numbers had dropped. As more of the escentric employees left, Khross had designed software and other VI personalities to run the park. Eventually even that work was slow and unrewarding, the park practically ran itself.<br/><br/>Relaxing in the sauna one day, Khross found a new interest to keep himself occupied with. With the myriad other servants working around the park, he took it upon himself to keep the onsen pristine. Sometimes the work was strenuous, especially with the olympic pool, but mostly, it was just something to fill up his time. Something to focus on while he waited. What he waited for was anyone's guess, maybe even some sense of giri if Khross were japanese, but that would be conceited if he acknowledged it.<br/><br/>It was just another day as Khross picked up his cleaning supplies. It was the west wing's turn for cleaning, but the pools were ok, just a quick rundown of the floorboards and walls. As he opened the door, there she was. In the span of moments all the memories of her flooded through him, the first time they met when she hired him, the computer room, the ferris wheel, the tunnel of love, her apartments, and the loneliness he felt when she left suddenly. And she was back, here not ten feet from him in a clingly purple dress that fell from her shoulders.<br/><br/>"It's been a while, Saru..."