That night Helen prayed on her knees for a long time, silver crucifix in her grip. She thanked God for protecting Sprite in the dagger and for protecting the both of them from the space AI. She prayed these mechs would be safe, thanked God for her husband and other members of their family, and prayed to find Randal quickly and for his wellbeing.

Sprite also retired early. She ran a quick diagnostic on her body, not exactly happy but still satisfied with the results, then went to bed, dead on her feet and in desperate need of a recharge.