It has been over a month since future Alexand returned Katherine to the Kyuunansen, and disappeared seconds later, without saying goodbye. Katherine is missing her version of Alex, and sits with the machine she used to send recordings to her parents. This time the recording is for Alex.
A month has passed and Alexand was sedated to aid in her recovery from heart surgery. The sedatives are wearing off, and she begins to hear voices. (This issue is dedicated to my son, Sam, who is 18 today. Happy Birthday, Sammy, one of the few people who are as real to me as my characters.)
Katherine, equipped with dark glasses and a determined stride, makes her way towards her brand new laboratory.
Katherine has grown impatient and as the fifth day of her recovery approaches, post-surgery, she is curious to peek out of her bandages, to find out if she can see properly, and more importantly, gain access to her laboratory. (This story is dedicated to my mum, as it is her birthday very soon. My mum, Barbara, is one of the kindest, wisest, warmest, happiness-inducing and funniest people I have ever known, and as some readers know, Alexand Merek is very loosely based on her, although Mum would probably disagree. Happy Birthday Mum, I love you so much xxx)
Katherine is recovering from her operation, in her apartment. She has been ordered not to remove the bandages on her eyes for seven days, to allow the nerves to heal. The technology, which is being used to repair her sight, is beyond anything allowed outside the ship, and Katherine is impatient and curious to learn more, when she recovers. However her thoughts drift towards Alexand, and the cure promised by Katherine’s future self. She lies in her bed, imagining Alexand next to her. This story celebrates the Eight year Anniversary of Unbound Boxes on wordpress. Eight years ago I very nervously let go of Issue # 1: Alexand Merek, not knowing how she would be received. Thank you to everyone who has supported her and my other characters over these eight short years.
The ethereal Samira Ganesh escorts Katherine down a grand marble corridor. The ship seems quite empty, but there are a few straggling people, occasionally signalling their welcome to a new face on board. (This issue is dedicated to all those rebels who fight injustice in society, particularly the women who won the vote 100 years ago. Without them, and those who followed, I would not be in a position to see a future world inhabited by such strong and uninhibited women.)