“Jane would’ve loved this.”
“Don’t even mention her name. If she even half-believed my
calculations, she would’ve been here.”
“Maybe she’s on her way?”
“Then she’ll be late. She knew the tidal patterns and solar
calendar as well as anyone. She’d listened to me a zillion times trace my
research from great-great-grandfather’s letter to here. She has all the
information she needs – if only she believed me.”
“She believed, Weston.”
“Please, Will. Her note said she had to leave and couldn’t
explain why. That’s the lamest way to believe in someone I’ve ever heard of –
quit talking about her.”
“Fine. So now what? Where’s the portal supposed to be?”
“It’s about a hundred yards that-a-way, in those ruins.”
“What? Those big blocks of things lying on the beach? How
can there be a doorway on those?”
“Seriously? How can you not know this? We’ve studied this
image from satellite... Oh. That was – nevermind. C’mon.”
“It sure took you fellas long enough.”
“Jane! What’re you…?”
“Will’s staying, he has a family. Plus, it’s good to have
someone on this side know what we’ve done and when we may get back.”
“Where were you?”
“Gathering supplies. There’s no guarantee what we’ll find. I
like to be prepared. Follow me, West, it’s time.”
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