Looking down below them, there was still no sign of the other teenagers, so Lana smiled and sat down, peering around at the view beyond.
'It's pretty special, isn't it, sis?' asked Emma.
'Huh? What?'
'London.'
'Oh yeah.'
Some tourists were wandering around their capsule, taking photos of the various landmarks that could be seen from their vantage point. A woman brushed by Emma as she stood up to get a better view of St. Paul's Cathedral.
'We should go there, Lana. We've never been before.'
'Huh? The cathedral? Why would we go there?'
'Because it's beautiful,' the woman interrupted.
Lana and Emma both looked at her and cringed at her face. She was about fifty years old, with small beady droopy eyes and a nose that was far too big. Her thin lips were stretched into a smile that made
