Travis looked at his watch. The second hand was ten clicks from the top of the dial. When it was three clicks shy he said, “Now.”
Bethany pressed the button. The cone of light flared and then died. The iris stayed open. Bethany lifted the cylinder and carried it to the opening. She passed it through to Travis and he cradled it tightly against himself.
Then Bethany reached through, grabbed the oak branch, and pulled herself onto the girder.
“What are you doing?” Travis said.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t have to be over here too. We don’t both have to risk this. If we’re wrong, and there’s no way back, you might as well be in the present.”
“Why?” she said. “I’d be stuck there without the cylinder. What would I do?”
“Live the life of Renee Turner. Party like hell. Anything you want.”
“Yeah. For four months. Knowing the whole time that the world’s going to end.”
“It’s probably longer than we’d make it on this side.” He looked at his watch. Sixty seconds left. “This is stupid. You should wait in the room.”
“It’s the broken concrete all over again.”
“Yeah, it is, and you don’t have to be on it.”
She turned to face him, leaning on the branch between them. The overcast had thinned, and in the brighter light he saw her eyes more clearly than he had before now. He’d thought they were brown. Really they were green, but so dark they were almost black.
“You’re willing to risk being left alone in the whole world, for the sake of someone you care about,” she said. “And I think someone willing to do that shouldn’t have to. If we get stuck here, we’ll find ways to pass the time.”
He held her gaze. It occurred to him that what she was doing was about as kind a gesture as a human could make to another. For a long moment he couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
Then he said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He glanced at his watch. “Thirty seconds.”
She nodded. Swallowed hard.
They both turned and stared through the iris. Through the windows on the far side of the hotel room they could see the city in the present day. The orderly buildings and the gleam of sunlight on glass. The traffic flowing smoothly through the circle down the block. People on the sidewalks in shorts and T-shirts. Parents walking with kids in the light of a summer morning.
“For all that’s wrong with the world,” Travis said, “it really is something.”
In the corner of his eye he saw Bethany nod.
And then the iris slipped shut in front of them, and left them staring at precisely the same angle on the ruined city. A perfect superimposition from one image to the other. From solid buildings to their leaning skeletons. From the bustling street to the decaying one. The effect was more powerful than Travis had expected. He heard Bethany exhale softly beside him and knew it’d been the same for her.
Travis moved ten feet along a girder that T-boned into the one they’d first stepped onto. He found a position from which the cylinder would project the iris to more or less the same spot it’d just vanished from. Bethany, on the first girder, stood clear.
Travis wondered what it would look like if they were wrong, and the iris opened onto a Washington, D.C. seven decades even further on. The frames of the buildings would be long gone. The roads, too. It might be hard to tell there’d been a city there at all.
He leveled the cylinder like a weapon.
He pressed the on button.
The light cone flared.
The iris appeared.
Bethany didn’t look through it. She looked at him instead.
“Tell me,” she said.
Part II
Umbra
Chapter Eighteen
Paige lay bound, waiting for it to happen.
Waiting for the end.
Every few minutes she heard footsteps approach in the corridor, only to pass by and fade away. She waited for the footsteps that would approach but not fade, and the click of the latch that would tell her it was all over with.
She rolled onto her side and faced the windows. She could see up Vermont Avenue. Lots of people out. She saw a red convertible pull into the Ritz-Carlton. Saw a young couple get out. Impossible to see their expressions at this distance, but they had to be smiling. They left the car to a valet and disappeared into the building.
Beautiful day.
Beautiful world to be alive in.
She wished she could know that it would stay this way a lot longer than four months—even if she wouldn’t be around to see it.
The street blurred a little. She blinked away the film of tears. She took a sharp breath and rolled onto her back again.
Another set of footsteps came and went. She closed her eyes and waited.