1 Year and 5 Months later.
The sky remained perfectly intact. The Grand Masters had done a wonderful job. Life without the Watchers, mist and the hell which afflicted earth was strange, to say the least. It was quieter. Fear still ruled the world. People still ducked or screamed when they saw anything large in the sky.
It was safe to say that Earthlings had alien PTSD. They didn't fantasize about meeting races from other worlds anymore. Most didn't even watch sci-fi movies on alien invasions. It was a sore subject they disdained.
Sunshine was wearing something much more formal. A black and pink suit with the logo of the organization on the back. Today was her graduation. She had officially become a Grand Master of the Repairman Organization and received her badge of honor.
In the last sixteen months, she had studied and worked as if the apocalypse was still ongoing and she had a sky to patch. Her efforts had paid off because she was the youngest Grand Master alive.
