CHAPTER 60 - BRAIN PUNCH The survivors roamed, dazed and confused among the pines. “Let’s get back to the hotel,” Valco insisted. Returning to Panorama Precinct, they came upon the outskirts of the town just as one of the sailing houses rained down a fragile, harmless shower of saw-dust onto their shoulders. Behind them the crowd cheered as the absurdity withdrew, like a tide, leaving the locals in a town that still had some parts remaining and was not totally a lost cause. The following day the two of them were speaking on the roof of the hotel, overthinking their next purposeful move, when around them the scenery traded itself for another. Gunfire and powerful noise cut through the air. Symmetries of black architecture interwove itself around them. What looked like a band of spell-infa

