Another Fateful FlightAfter breakfast I felt rested, caffeinated, and full. In short, I felt ready for anything. I was surrounded by all my friends again. Agarian repeated his plan to fly me up to the building. George complained that he couldn’t fly so he wouldn’t be able to help.
“That’s the way we behaved in my day,” I said. “You get a group of people together and they can’t agree on anything.”
“I don’t want you to go,” Venus said. She sounded unhappy. “Why do you need to save an immortal anyway?”
“To create a myth,” I said. “To create a new symbol.”
Venus put her hands on her hips and seemed to chew on that thought. “Yes. I can see that.”
“The only question,” I asked. “Is when is the best time to go?” I hoped the answer would be tomorrow or the next day. I was in no hurry to die.
