We’re at the glass doors. ten millimetres thick, twenty at most. Hardly anything. We can shunt ‘em open, smash ‘em down, whatever. We just need to get out of here and get moving.
One problem, though. There is a mob of kids carrying tiki torches, and they’re coming my way.
The kids hit the windows of the Cloudport building and point at me.
‘There she is,’ the mob cries as their torches drizzle oil. BURN HER.
I lift my girl into my arms. Don’t panic, Ede. There has to be an alternative way out of here.
I can help you.
I can help youThat empty, clear voice. Robotically plain. The Sage.
I can keep you safe.
I can keep you safeI’m panicking now. There is no way out. Never has been. I’m screaming at the air, at the walls, backing away from the door.
The first Kmart Kid enters the Cloudp
