But her first problem was getting across the chasm. It was much wider than the gap in the roller coaster, definitely too far to jump. Walking looked like the only way around. She hiked inland through the scrubby grass, her legs grateful for a stretch after the long night on board. Soon the chasm closed, and an hour later she had hiked back up the other side.
Tally flew much slower now, eyes fixed ahead, daring only an occasional glimpse at the view around her.
Mountains rose up on her right, tall enough that snow capped their tops even in the early autumn chill.
Tally had always thought of the city as huge, a whole world in itself, but the scale of everything out here was so much grander. And so beautiful. She could see why people used to live out in nature, even if there weren't any party towers or mansions. Or even dorms.
The thought of home, however, reminded Tally how much her sore muscles would love a hot bath. She imagined a giant bathtub, like they had in New Pretty Town, with whirlpool jets and a big packet of massage bubbles dissolving in it. She wondered if the water purifier could boil enough water to fill a tub, in the unlikely event that she found one. How did they bathe in the Smoke? Tally wondered what she'd smell like when she arrived, after days without a bath. Was there soap in the survival kit? Shampoo?
There certainly weren't any towels. Tally had never realized how much stuff she'd needed before.
The second break in the track came up after another hour: a crumbling bridge over a river that snaked down from the mountains.
Tally came to a controlled stop and peered over the edge. The drop wasn't as bad as the first chasm, but it was still deep enough to be deadly. Too wide to jump. Hiking around it would take forever. The river gorge stretched away, with no easy way down in sight.
"At the second make the worst mistake," she murmured.
Some clue. Anything she did right now would be a mistake. Her brain was too tired to handle this, and the board was short on power, anyway.
Midmorning, it was time to sleep.
But first she had to unfold the hoverboard. The Special who'd instructed her had explained that it needed as much surface area in the sun as possible while it recharged. She pulled the release tabs, and it came apart. It opened like a book in her hands, becoming two hoverboards, then each of those opened up, and then those, unfolding like a string of paper dolls. Finally, Tally had eight hoverboards connected side-to-side, twice as wide as she was tall, no thicker than a stiff sheet of paper. The whole thing fluttered in the stiff ocean breeze like a giant kite, though the board's magnets kept it from blowing away.
Tally laid it flat, stretched out in the sun, where its metallic surface turned jet black as it drank in solar energy. In a few hours it would be charged up and ready to ride again. She just hoped it would go back together as easily as it had pulled apart.
Tally pulled out her sleeping bag, yanked it out of its pack, and wriggled inside, still in her clothes.
"Pajamas," she added to her list of things she missed about the city.
She made a pillow of her jacket, struggled out of her shirt, and covered her head with it.
She could already feel a hint of burn on her nose, and realized she had forgotten to stick on a sun block patch after daybreak. Perfect. A little red and flaking skin should go quite nicely with the scratches on her ugly face.
Sleep didn't come. The day was getting warm, and it felt weird lying there in the open.
The cries of seabirds rang in her head. Tally sighed and sat up. Maybe if she had a little more to eat.
She pulled out food packets one by one. The labels read: SpagBol SpagBol SpagBol SpagBol SpagBol…
Tally counted forty-one more packets, enough for three SpagBols a day for two weeks.
She leaned back and closed her eyes, suddenly exhausted. "Thank you, Dr. Cable."
A few minutes later, Tally was asleep.
The Worst Mistake
She was flying, skimming the ground with no track under her, not even a hoverboard, keeping herself aloft by sheer willpower and the wind in her outspread jacket. She skirted the edge of a massive cliff that overlooked a huge, black ocean. A flock of seabirds pursued her, their wild screams beating at her ears like Dr. Cable's razor-edged voice.
Suddenly, the stony cliffs beneath her cracked and fissured. A huge rift opened up, the ocean rushing in with a roar that drowned the seabirds' cries. She found herself tumbling through the air, falling down toward the black water.
The ocean swallowed her, filling her lungs, freezing her heart so that she couldn't cry out….
"No!" Tally shouted, sitting bolt upright.
A cold wind off the sea struck her face, clearing her head. Tally looked around, realizing that she was up on the cliffs, tangled in her sleeping bag. Tired, hungry, and desperate to pee, but not falling into oblivion.
She took a deep breath. The seabirds still cried around her, but in the distance.
That last dream had been only one of many falling nightmares.
Night was coming, the sun setting over the ocean, turning the water blood red. Tally pulled her shirt and jacket on before daring to emerge from the sleeping bag. The temperature seemed to be dropping by the minute, the light fading before her eyes. She hurried to get ready to go.
The hoverboard was the tricky part. Its unfolded surface had gotten wet, covered with a fine layer of ocean spray and dew. Tally tried to wipe it off with her jacket sleeve, but there was too much water and not enough jacket. The wet board folded up easily enough, but it felt too heavy when she was done, as if the water was still trapped between the layers. The board's operation light turned yellow, and Tally looked closely. The sides of the board were gradually oozing the water away. "Fine. Gives me time to eat."
Tally pulled out a packet of SpagBol, then realized that her purifier was empty. The only ready source of water was at the bottom of the cliff, and there was no way down. She wrung out her wet jacket, which produced a few good squooshes, then scraped off handfuls of the water oozing from the board until the purifier was half-full. The result was a dense, over spiced SpagBol that required lots of chewing.
By the time she was done with the unhappy meal, the board's light had turned green.
"Okay, ready to go," Tally said to herself. But where? She stood still, pondering, one foot on the board and one on the ground.
Shay's note read, "At the second make the worst mistake."
Making a mistake shouldn't be that hard. But what was the worst mistake? She'd almost killed herself once today already.
Tally remembered her dream. Falling into the gorge would count as a pretty bad mistake.
She stepped onto the board and edged it to the crumbling end of the bridge, looking down to where the river met the sea far below.
If she climbed down, her only possible path would be to follow the river upstream. Maybe that's what the clue meant. But the steep cliff showed no obvious path, not even a handhold.
Of course, a vein of iron in the cliff might carry her down safely. Her eyes scanned the walls of the gorge, searching for the reddish color of iron. A few spots looked promising, but in the growing darkness, she couldn't be certain.
"Great." Tally realized that she'd slept too long. Waiting for dawn would be twelve hours lost, and she didn't have any more water.
The only other option was to hike upriver atop the cliff. But it might be days before she reached a place to climb down. And how would she see it at night?
She had to make up time, not blunder around in the dark.
Tally swallowed, coming to a decision. There had to be a way down on her board. Maybe she was making a mistake, but that's what the clue called for. She edged the board off the bridge until it began to lose purchase. It slipped down the cliffside, descending faster as it left the metal of the track behind.