There’s no telling how time moves now. Part of that is alarming while the other is suppressive. The surface has become an untouchable wilderness and even Grant is getting touchy about it, claiming fragments of his own body were showing signs of detachment. His shadows weren’t leaving him entirely anyway. Morgan knew it was the current that pulled them around the southern tip of what used to be South Africa that did it to him. Each time without fail he’d race off into the darkness, in his madness and this time it was no different.
“I swear it moved,” Grant claimed as he veered off to the right once more.
Bryson didn’t bother responding after that. There had been so many passes at this speed that it really did no good to indulge him. Not even Gwyn chimed in.
Had it been that long to
