The crew left 871 AD with four people. They returned to the present day as just three.
Or at least, that's what they expected.
"Hermes? Apple?" Somner asked, looking around the eccentric office of the eccentric Dante Quasar.
"Even Mr. Quasar isn't here. Where are they?" Aphrodite pointed out.
The office door clicked open. Dante stepped in first, brushing dust from his sleeve, followed by Hermes.
"We're here!" Dante said simply, all smiles as per usual.
But Aphrodite noticed it first. Hermes' steps were deliberate, his posture straighter, his eyes carrying a weight they hadn't before. Somner noticed too.
It was the same way Apple behaved.
And his eyes….
If you looked closer, you would notice that one of his dark irises had a sort of iridescent effect to it, but it was much subtler than Apple's.
Hermes smiled faintly, though it wasn't quite the same softness it had always been. "Sorry. Dante insisted on a little detour. He wanted to show me something."
