“Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant subur.... But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam. "Hey you, fetch my slippers. Hey you,get me a beer. Hey you, turn on the news Vid."I choked out a half laugh and he wiped the damp from my cheek."How about the name I picked for myself when I talked to yourMom. It's pretty close to my own, as close as I'm gonna getuntil tomorrow anyway," I said.You want me to call you Michelle?" No, but if we go out there" I pointed to the window, "then I'dbetter get used to hearing something other than Mike or Mikey.How the hell would we explain that if. There had to be some way out of this madness withoutEmma telling Jill who I was, and ruining my reputation at University. Isniffed and tried to bring myself back under control. I would think ofsomething. Of course I would think of something. But in the meantime Iknew Emma wanted to see me in my outfit. I took a deep breath and partedthe curtain. The changing room seemed clear, with the only women insideall curtained off in their own enclosures. Leaving my other clothesinside my alcove, I walked. It was about like it had been so long ago with the car; he loved it. I’d made sure he got the window seat, and he was fascinated looking out at the dwindling landscape below.Until we got into the cloud layer and above, anyhow. That made him a little nervous. Not that he said so, but at that juncture he suddenly decided to start telling me all about how airplanes stay up and I kind of got the feeling it was more to reassure himself than inform me.“Wings are shaped to push more air below them.