“Which way to the mainland?” The man nods his head towards the left as Aaron states “That’s where we need to go.” Slowly the boat turns in the direction the man has just nodded towards and continues moving away from the island. Back on the dock, three men scream loudly cursing at the boat but I am unable to make out their words. I simply smile and give a little wave. Finally taking in a sigh of relief I slump back onto the floor watching Aaron as he observes the man driving the boat, he looks like a lost child watching all the gadgets the man is working. What world are we going to that has self-propelling transportation and small objects that can injure a man with just a movement of one’s finger? For hours the man steers us towards what he says is the direction of the mainland as Aaron
