“I looked dead. Or at least unconscious. Not in this world. Not of this world. Or that world, back then. You know what I mean. So I wrapped myself around Grant and stopped the bleeding somehow. Don’t really know how exactly. Instinct. Grant died. I didn’t get to him in time. And then he didn’t die. He flipped into this world. He was still hurt, but he was still alive.”
We listened carefully, not fully comprehending, but not doubting her in any way. I could tell even Ralph, the eternal cynic and doubter, was persuaded by her story.
“Where is Grant now?”
“Hard to say,” said Naomi. “Once he recovered, he said goodbye to me and started walking.”
“To the horizon,” said Ralph.
Naomi blinked. “Yes, the horizon. Where else?”
“Everyone seems to want to walk to the horizon,” said Ralph.
“Gran
