“After this I might walk over my own, and see how it feels.”
“It won’t feel good,” Sally said, and then she placed her hands on Trix’s shoulders.
“What about Jenny and Holly?” Trix asked.
“Soon.” For the first time Sally sounded like a little girl-scared, uncertain, confused. Trix resisted the temptation to look around at the Oracle’s face. She was terrified herself, and now that she’d found this girl who seemed to possess some kind of understanding and an ability to counteract what was happening, she wanted to hold on to it.
“Anything?” Sally whispered.
“She gave us tea and cookies.”
“Ahh,” Sally said, smiling. “Cookies.” And she moved her hands from Trix’s shoulders down to her stomach.
It was as if she’d swallowed the coldest, sweetest drink imaginable-a blend of liquid nitrogen and chemical sweetener. And yet she’d swallowed nothing at all.
“You might have a bit of an upset stomach for a while,” Sally said.
“No kidding,” Trix said. She groaned as she stood, and already the girl was walking away. “Hey, where are you going?”
“Away from the static,” Sally said. “And I’ve got to stand on a road. Veronica’s Shadow Men can’t track you anymore, so now it’s time to find the woman and the child.”
“But Jim?”
“They can track him, yes.”
“Then we have to-”
“The woman and child are the priority,” Sally said. She was standing beneath a tree, and she looked like a lost little girl, but Trix knew that was far from the truth.
“So you can send your own mark back with them,” she said.
“Both of them, yes. And you, if you’ll let me.”
“And how will you mark us?”
“I have my means. Better than that old bitch’s methods. I mean, cookies? Seriously?” She shook her head, glanced at Trix, then nodded into the darkness. “Come on. Lots to do.”
Trix could only follow.
When they reached the cemetery gates, Sally paused, remaining in the shadows as she scanned the street.
“I thought you said they couldn’t track me anymore?” Trix asked.
“They might have followed, then waited after they lost you.”
“Oh, great.”
But there were no Shadow Men in the street. It was silent, the buildings dark and still, bearing mute witness to the chaos in the rest of the city. Sirens serenaded the darkness, and Trix wondered how bad it had been, how high the death toll. And she couldn’t help thinking of that old lady who had helped her grandmother, and who said she’d help Jim, but who in fact had set the seeds for terrible destruction. How could an Oracle be so brutal? But she looked at Sally and realized that she didn’t know the girl at all. Appearances, she had already learned, could be deceptive.
“Their names,” Sally said, and she passed through the gate and walked to the center of the road.
Trix glanced left and right for traffic, then stood on the sidewalk.
Sally sighed impatiently. “Roads are the city’s arteries. People travel along them. It’s the traveling that helps me see, the floating of souls from here to there, the movement of life. I could find them sitting in my dark basement, maybe. But the city’s in turmoil tonight.”
“But if a car comes-”
“No car is coming. Their names.” The girl’s voice had lost all trace of childhood, even its timbre and tone bearing the weary cynicism of someone thirty years older.
“Holly and Jenny Banks.”
“Come here, hold my hand, and picture them for me.” Sally was kneeling, right hand pressed to the road’s surface, left hand held up ready for Trix to grasp it. Any other time, Trix might have laughed at how ridiculous this was. But it would take a lot to make her laugh tonight.
So she pictured Jenny and Holly, and concentrating on her lost friends suddenly seemed to drive everything else away. She remembered Holly’s soft child’s laughter, her innocent beauty, and the way nothing really seemed to bother her. And she remembered beautiful, intelligent Jenny, and how the awkwardness made them closer friends rather than pushing them apart. Her eyes misted, and as she wiped a tear away, Sally sighed in frustration.
“Turmoil,” she said. “Fuck it, then-just the mother. I can’t concentrate on two. Just think of Jenny Banks.”
Trix looked down at the girl and wondered what people would think if they saw them. But no one would see them, she knew, and no traffic would come. This silent street was unnatural in a city so shaken, and perhaps the girl had cast some subtle, strange ward to give herself the time and peace she needed.
She’s at war, Trix thought, the idea shocking but fitting. Those No-Faces and Shadow Men had been savage as they’d fought each other. She had no wish to witness more of their efforts. So she thought only of Jenny, and moments later Sally’s eyes snapped open.
“I have her,” she said. “Leaving a restaurant called-”
“Junction 58,” Trix said.
The girl glanced up. “This world’s Jenny.”
“You’re sure?”
“I found her too quickly. Your Jenny will be more… fuzzy. Think some more, something about her that’s personal to you. You’re Unique, so your thoughts will apply only to your Jenny.”
My Jenny, Trix thought, closing her eyes, and the more she tried to avoid the gentle love she felt for Jenny, the more it came to the fore. So she went with it, remembering uncomfortable stares and glib comments meant as jokes, but hiding something more serious. Jenny and Jim knew, and Trix knew that Jenny was flattered and touched. But she’d always kept secret just how much her feelings sometimes fucked her up inside.
It took longer this time, and at several points Sally squeezed her hand so hard that her finger bones grated together.
“Marlborough Street,” the girl breathed, and Trix gasped and let go.
“Where on Marlborough Street?”
“Across from a church… in my Boston, before the collision, it was the First Lutheran,” Sally said, standing and looking at Trix. “You know that place?”
“My apartment,” Trix said, and she was starting to understand. If only she’d listened to Jim and checked other places first, before seeking out the Oracle and dooming that man to death. “She’s gone to my apartment, and we can be there in half an hour.”
Sally nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Hopefully the girl’s with her.”
“Of course she’s with her!”
Sally shrugged.
“And Jim?” Trix asked. “He was going to the restaurant.” Perhaps he’d met Jenny there after all. She closed her eyes and wondered how that would be, remembering the two women staring at each other at the intersection where they’d been involved in the accident, knowing each other and yet unable to believe. The Jenny from Sally’s world would not recognize Jim. He would be bereft.
“After we find Jenny-”
“Then you find Jim,” Trix said. “If you want us to help you, you have to help us.”
“What do you think I’m doing?” the little girl said.
Trix nodded. They started running again, and this time she took the lead. As soon as they left that street, chaos descended once more, and they were returned to the ruins.
Through the streets, across the city, passing sights he hoped to never see again and with Jennifer keeping pace, Jim felt as though they’d known each other forever.
They hurried side by side, and he glanced at her often. Each time he was struck with the strangest realization- This is not my wife. It kept hitting him afresh because she looked so much like her and yet subtly different. Sleeker and fitter than his Jenny, Jennifer took their rush through the streets in her stride. Her ponytail bobbed against her back, and her piercings reflected streetlights and the occasional fire. When she sniffed, her nose crinkled in a familiar way, though, and when she looked at him there was the same strength in those familiar blue eyes.