BITTER TRUTHS
There was no weather. There never would be weather again. Time travel had done it. Made all the weather go away.
Of course, there was weather if one walked through the door to outside. “Can’t do that.” She wished. Luke, however, had finally responded to the briefing and a follow-up discussion by confining them all. In her mind, she took twenty steps forward, five left and then ran the rest of the way and yanked the invisible doors open in a grand heroic gesture and then stood in the bright mountain sunshine.
That was an alternative universe. In this one, she was locked up until they could work out how many lives would be risked if she were sent home. Artemisia was taking up more than her share of the precious space. Making everyone even more crowded, even more cranky and,
