Kindness in the Wastelands

The door opened with protesting squeak, throwing light into the room for the first time in...well, far longer than I can remember.

Heavy bootsteps, walking the familiar path to the big chair, sat before a working desk, with a computer perched upon it, a layer of dust covering the whole set-up, along with the rest of the room. A gloved hand ran across the keyboard, pushing down on the space key, light flooding the room, a soft jingle sounding out in greeting.

A soft smile came across my face.

"I'm back."