showingThe scene changed again, panning back. Now the dark sphere hung in the blacker void. As he watched, a series of gray lines extended from the sphere into the distant blackness. The lines varied in length and spacing—some short, some long, each separated by gaps of different length. They formed a sequence of irregular dashes, drawn from the dark globe and extending toward a point in the darker distance. Like a bridge with sections missing.
No, not missing. Incomplete, unfinished. But an unfinished bridge to where?
He focused on the lines, trying to follow them into the distance, trying to discover where they led. As he did, he sped away from the dark sphere, the sections of its broken bridge flashing by below him. His speed increased, faster and faster until the stretches became dot
