‘How far are we from Coldbrook?’ Vic asked, feeling a little like a kid sitting there in the back: Are we nearly there yet?
Nobody answered for a few seconds. Sean was awake and alert, but silent. For the first time Vic noticed that he’d tucked his pistol into his waistband, shifting it from the holster at the small of his back. More comfortable, probably. Jayne seemed to be asleep.
‘Hundred miles,’ Gary said. ‘But we’re going down now.’
‘Crashing?’ Sean asked. He’d braced his leg in front of Jayne’s, and her eyes were still closed.
‘Controlled descent,’ Gary said.
Lucy hugged Olivia between herself and Vic, the little girl picking up on the panic filling the cabin even though she could no longer comprehend what most of them were saying. Vic looked at Jayne and she was staring at him from beneath half-lowered eyelids. Sean tried to protect her without squeezing her too tightly.
‘We’ll be okay,’ Vic said, leaning across to Lucy and forgetting that everyone could hear.
‘I love you,’ she said in response. It took his breath away.
Vic nodded, because saying it back would have sounded as empty as he still felt.
‘Going down in the mountains,’ Gary said.
Sean caught Vic’s eye, and they both understood the dangers that would soon be stalking them.
Gary swore. The aircraft’s motor started coughing, shaking the whole fuselage. As their controlled descent changed into something that was under little real control, Vic held his family and thought of Holly and what she might have witnessed. And the simple truth was that he wanted to see her again. The idea felt like a betrayal when he had his wife’s head resting against his, their daughter crying between them. But he could not shut her from his mind.
‘Now!’ Gary said, and that was their only warning. They struck the ground violently, the floor punching up so hard that Vic thought his ankles had fractured. Jayne’s eyes snapped fully open and she stared at him. The helicopter bounced, tipped to the left, and then rolled up and over its nose as the rotors slashed at the ground.
The fuselage ruptured. Someone screamed. As Vic squeezed his eyes shut and held on to his family, his life, something warm splashed across his face.
6
‘So what did you feel when you came through?’ Moira asked. The question surprised Holly. It was the first time that the other woman had spoken in ten minutes, and the silence between them had become heavy.
‘I . . .’ Holly shook her head, glancing away from the laptop screen at last. Moira was watching her intently. Her, not the screen showing scenes of chaos and horror. For a while, Holly had believed that the silence was the result of a shock felt by both of them. Was she watching me all the time? ‘It was strange.’
‘I’m just wondering if it’s the breach that does that, or crossing the veils,’ Moira said.
‘What’s the difference?’
‘The veils are just . . . there,’ Moira said. ‘Natural divisions. The multiverse has them because that’s the way it is, the way it developed. But the breach is unnatural. Man-made. You’ve messed with physics, assaulted the solidity of the veils and, by punching a hole in the multiverse, maybe you’ve caused injury.’
‘How can you even guess at that?’ Holly asked, interested and even a little offended. ‘You were born after everything went wrong. You weren’t part of the experiment.’
‘Everyone at our Coldbrook has learned about the science of the End. We’ve had to, so that we can continue living there. Kathryn Coldbrook’s books and diaries are still there, and there’s a whole library of memory casts from before.’
‘So you’re blaming us? Saying that we should have never done it?’