Next to Dany, Mister Faraday is time travelling. Sometimes, he’s giving a history lecture. More than once, he calls her either Graham or Gran, she isn’t sure which. She gently pats his cheek and looks up, ahead of them, searching out the source of the bright white lights.
The lights shine even more brightly in the general darkness. The power isn’t back anywhere else, and Dany guesses they are running these lights with a generator. Soon, they see a line of stopped cars ahead and, as they close the distance, she makes out soldiers carrying what can only be automatic rifles.
The soldiers are, every last one of them, wearing biohazard masks. And then she notices something else. Their uniforms are all wrong. The fade of the fabric, the cut. They don’t look the same as the soldiers back at t
