18
Promised Land
Marie took my hand firmly in hers, and we walked along the creek bed, heading south and east. This time, though, the empty fields and thickly growing pines began to fade away, replaced with the familiar sprawl of suburbia. And as the real world fell in around us, we began to move faster and faster, not flying as I had in some of my meditations, but still doing a credible imitation of The Flash as we covered the miles to downtown in only a few seconds.
At the last minute she let go of my hand, and I felt my consciousness fall into my body with an almost physical thud. My eyes shot open, and I saw Lawrence and my father watching me in concern, even as Connor’s fingers clasped mine and he said,
“Angela? What happened?”
It all seemed to hit me at once — Nizhoni, and Jerem
