Chapter Fifty-One
The vengeful armada – into the fray – Michael spies a Bat – the right place – lovers reunited – after the end of the world
A steam-cab bounced along over the cobbled streets, vapour belching from its exhausts. Inside the vehicle, Michael sat on a cushion that did little to soften the shocks of the road. Charlie sat beside him, if he could be said to be sitting. In his nervous excitement, he seemed to hover over the seat, his head half out of the window.
“I hope I am right,” he said for the twentieth time. “Never had someone depend upon my being right before.”
A feeling of unreality hung over Michael, as if he were halfway between wakefulness and dream. “Let’s just work toward saving Gladys.”
“Yes, of course,” Charlie said, suddenly serious. “We must help our friend.”
