Home Coming
Brian's eye lids sprang open suddenly as he realised he had almost arrived at his station. He had only caught the train to their new home a handful of times before, and he wasn't used to the line. Smoothing his clothes down and turning his head, as if to pretend he had been stretching his neck all that time and not falling asleep, Brian picked up his briefcase and walked towards the opening doors of the train. The station was brand new, floors shinning with polish, roof arching over the two platforms, trains regularly passing through with an almost imperceptible whoosh. Brian, however, was not stopping to admire the new station - he just wanted to get home.
Stepping off the last in a series of shining escalators, swiping his card over the reader, Brian finally reached the dwindling sunlight. He often thought about the planet. It seemed an awfully strange coincidence that it was so similar to Earth, even down to the length of the days and the composition of the atmosphere.
Brian and his family had been doing well after the move to Corsania. Brian was working in the booming construction industry, having overseen part of the work on some of the larger projects built. He had initially commuted in every day from Earth, which involved daily trips through immigration. The money, however, was very good. The demand for new buildings was immense, and Brian had gone from job to fast paced job without any worry about unemployment.
The family had decided to move not too long ago, and had be glad for the decision ever since. They initially moved into a small apartment in the capital, slightly smaller than they had back on Earth (but with far higher rent). Soon though, he was able to get a bigger place in a new development his employers were working on in the Logan area.
Brian was still thinking about the planet as he dialled his apartment number into the intercom by the building's main door.
Hi Isabelle...
Forget something?
Isabelle held up his swipe card in the video display before pressing the button to let him in.
Stepping into the apartment, Brian noticed Isabelle was dressed up, wearing her new red dress, contact lenses and with her hair up.
Guess who called today.
Isabelle walked to Brian, where he gave her a quick kiss on the check.
Who?
The Corsania Daily Times.
Brain sighed and his gaze rested on the floor. He was suspecting that the media would bother him again about the jewels he found. He was getting sick of all the fuss.
Isabelle led him down the short corridor into the living room.
Not for you. For me. They want me to start work there tomorrow.
Isabelle had been a journalist back on Earth. When they had moved to Corsania, there were no papers to work for.
Wow, that's great news. Have you told the kids?
Not yet, I was going to tell them at dinner.
Brian looked over to the kitchen. Isabelle must have been preparing dinner for the last few hours, and it looked like she had done a great job. She enjoyed doing these things, like cooking a nice dinner for her family, and picking up the kids after school, but Brian suspected she was starting to get bored lately with the monotony of unemployment.
So what are you going to be doing?
They wanted me to cover the presidential election for now. They seemed to be impressed at what I had done in the last job, and I actually got a pretty good position. Two of us are officially the breaking news team, but for now they want all hands on deck to cover the campaign.
The story starts! Hooray! This episode has been a while in the making mainly because I have simply been busy, but also because I was forcing myself to finish Logan before I started. The city took ages because it is built on a moderately steep mountain, and I decided to terrace the entire thing. However, I think the end result is ok.
While this CJ will primarily be focused around the plot, I will be showing different parts of the cities through it. The next few episodes will show other parts of Logan. For now, I will leave you with a picture of the offices housing the Corsania Daily Times, where Isabelle works, only a short trip from their house.
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