".....M'Ma...." Shame burns through the almost former FOWL agent as he takes in the sight of Maria. Gandra had brought her and Doctor Gearloose and the red kid Huey into the Gizmocloud when the two of them had locked into by Mark Beaks. "Hi..." He tries. What do you say to your mother who hasn't seen you for years and possibly thought you were dead?
María had long since given up. She’d spent years searching into her only son’s disappearance, her only family left after the loss of her own parents and the death of her husband. Then he’d been gone too, and all she could do was throw herself into her work. She’d worked to the point of getting sick, doing mostly desk work these days, and yet...
Here he was. In the virtual reality that the Duck boy had insisted she go into with Gandra and Dr. Gearloose. He was right there in this virtual space, and even though she couldn’t feel the tears forming on her face here, she knew they were undoubtedly flowing down her cheeks in corporeal space.
“Fenton. Oh, Dios Santo- pollito, no puedo creerlo...” She didn’t care if they were in some weird VR. She reached out to cup his face regardless, her breath hitching, a little sob wrenching itself out of her throat. “You’re here.”