“So they have no records of you attending the University of Life, which is why most people stay in 1000 City.”
“No need,” she replied. “I knew everything I had to know by that time.”
“So you just broke away from the exploratory team — hid in that darkened alley you mentioned before.”
“I hid behind the bar,” she specified to the questioner. “The black hole. Like I said.”
“You called it a black horse before.”
“Did I?” she said innocently, bracelet sparkling once again. It detected brilliance in its brilliance. Plus a photo was being shot. At us; recorded becomes recorder.
“Why did you send those postcards from the city back to your parents?”
Weary of the grilling, she looked down at the table before answering. Real metal coins! she thought. Hadn’t seen the round stuff in a while. This guy must be lit. “I had to,” she decided to phrase it, encouraged once more. “Because of them.”
“Them who?”
“You know.” She didn’t elaborate. Keith B. obviously though of The Void and the powers that hid there. What little he knew about the place.
“I came to you for answers.”
“You will leave me with more questions,” she shot back. “Trust me.” But she’ll give enough to earn the coin.
“You… didn’t stay here,” he guessed after a pause. “This… Gemini.”
“Of course not. I encapsulate realities. I can go wherever I want through them. Down at the beach. Remember?”
“You engineered all of this,” he then speculated, knowing he was right. Liz was, how you say, a Goddess.
FLASH. The world turned inside out.
Sunklands 