It had been a while now since Navann Ynam had finished her stint volunteering at the hospital as a retired nurse while the Affliction raged. It had wrenched her heart to use a device to determine who might get less lifesaving care, and then everyone survived. It was the most amazing thing when the reverse agent rolled out just in time, though many patients seemed to be recovering somewhat even before they had gotten any of the formulation. That hadn’t happened on Hirylien, some said. Navann remembered some of the faces in the back of her mind; sometimes, she was sure she saw them in the streets afterward, which put a tear in her eye. The signal takeover happened later, and she lived in an affected neighborhood. She remained in her single apartment on her own, not a whole lot different from her semi-retired life, while certainly more interesting.