Empty now.

Trey sat a the table with its fine white table cloth and a wine glass held delicately in his almost too pale fingers. He didn't like the taste of the wine, but he drank it because he could and what would people say if he didn't? He was a master at fitting into any environment just as he father had taught him to do. Trey tilted his head and stare at a panel window that spanned a few feet high and many more wide. Outside was a blue sky that shone brightly above the smog that layered the sky below. It was hard to imagine that the rest of the world beyond this bubble was not as beautiful, so he just didn't think on it. He preferred his clouds white anyway, or he said he did. He didn't prefer anything over anything else. His thoughts were as ever, indifferent on everything.

At twenty-three, Trey was already an important person. His father ruled the city in the sky and thought they didn't say one city held more power than the others, his father liked to think this one did. Trey didn't really care about it. He finished the last of his wine and pushed back from the table.

"I'm done," was all he said before walked away with calm measured steps, leaving the suit clad men at the table alone with his barely touched lamb and raisin dish. Whenever he got bored, he did things his father would not have approved of and that was exactly what he was considering doing now. It was a good day to observe the situation of the Below. It was just something to pass the time. It didn't mean anything. He headed for a small two person aircraft, calling his personal driver as he went.