Lillian drove us out of the dome and down the beach in a golden hovercar. The whole time, she never said a word to me...and I knew better than to try to say a word to her.
As we glided over the sand, the cool breeze off the ocean ruffled my hair. Looking up, I saw a sharp-edged crescent moon perched amid a crowd of glittering stars.
A beautiful night. It felt so tranquil, so unspoiled, as if no kind of chaos could ever disturb it. As if no kind of human maneuverings could ever distract from it.
Yet there we were, heading for an uncertain rendezvous.
A mile or so down the beach, Lillian turned inland. At first, I didn't see what she was heading for--but them I caught sight of a high fence running along the treeline. Moonlight glowed on the metal chain links, tracing the fence's ou
