Hannah came back on the far side of the Village. Coming out into the sunlight she saw the towers on the other side of the cove. Tokyo Towers, Dillon had said on the first day. More than a few of them would get that, she knew. She hadn't looked at the layout of the golf course, but she did recognize some elements of the layout in front of her. There was a lot of her father here, which made sense. Some of Lakeville, too, that she could see. That told her much about how this originated. The towers, they were probably a view Dillon had seen a time or two years ago when he drove that old black Saab across town after a few too many looking for pussy. Hannah was mildly shocked there wasn't a mashup of a couple of fraternity houses, but there was so much time. The golf course was well-placed, though. When they wanted to branch out, there was the perfect spot right there.
Hannah felt pretty good. It was odd to not be carrying anything. After years and years and years with backpacks and messenger bags and tons of paraphernalia and shit, she'd just taken an impossible journey in a shiny little dress and sandals. Fucked up. The sun was going down now. The different times and different days were still new, but the nap she'd had was a huge bonus too. What had Tom been up to? Hannah was silently thrilled how graceful she felt. The comfortable temperature, the lowering light, and the walk turned her on more than a little. She was not nearly as apprehensive as her father was, as Tom was. Yes, it was unprecedented, but these people would be very resilient. What choice did they have? Life or death? Long life. Infinite possibilities.
Before she passed the big pool, she could hear them gathering. Was this a night for the big moon early? The far horizon was beginning to glow, so she thought it was. Bright white to flow into the purple darkness. Another perfect night, and soon there would be more people. More connections. More support. More focus. And time. So much time.
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