* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
“It’s Charles,” the captain called out as I heard what sounded like another barge pulling up beside us. I’m assuming it’s another barge, judging by the chugging engine. “Open up.”
Charles, I make a mental note of his name.
We need to memorise as many names and faces as we can.
I agree. These people could be our people.
They want the same thing we do.
To free Hope.
I scrunch up my face to make a gap between my cheek and the scarf around my head.
A thick wooden door opens up in what was once an enormous clock in the observation tower. Its giant hands were hanging limply in a reminder of time gone by. This face, which once looked down on a city, now has its body submerged in water, now gazing at the world that has been reclaimed by Mother Nature.
“Take t
