Sandra nods. ‘I don’t think we
can get back,’ she looks on the verge of tears. ‘Our whole way of life, dead.
Cut off from us.’
‘Sandra, I’m so sorry,’ I say.
‘What are you sorry for?’
I want to say it was my fault.
Teague pulled the trigger but I put the bullet in the chamber.
‘Just…we brought him there,’ I
reply. ‘Or he came with us.’
‘How did you get to the town? And
the desert in the first place? It wasn’t by the usual means was it? You were
never looking for the beyond.’
She’s clever, cleverer than
anyone I met there. Rather than cruise along with the way of life, she
understood this side too, and the people who wanted to return to it. It must
have been written all over us that we had no intention of going anywhere near
the Great Beyond.
‘We were sent there.’ I have no
problem telling Sandra the truth. She deserves it. ‘There’s a woman hiding in a
house in this world. She wants to control everything, life and death and the
ability to travel between.’
‘So she’s like Teague.’ I don’t
know how much Sandra believes about the way we travel. We found out so much
before all this business started again. We’re photons we can control ourselves.
We can exit the world in one place and reform ourselves as though the material
of reality is a curtain. It’s not a matter of magic, or voodoo or the macabre.
We’re not ghosts of gothic tales or fairy stories. Ghosts are a matter of
science.
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