The Breach - Ghost Country - Deep Sky

right inside the room where they’re holding Paige.”
    The idea seemed to wash over Bethany like a breeze on a spring day.
    “Nice,” she said.

Chapter Seventeen
    They repositioned the cylinder so that it projected the iris to a different part of the hotel room—closer to the building’s interior, and away from the part that’d collapsed in the future. They found a spot that would allow them to step through onto a solid girder in the ruins. There was a sturdy oak limb hanging over it, which would offer easy transit to the ground.
    Travis stepped through onto the beam. Bethany stood in the room, next to the cylinder. She put her finger over the third button and looked at him.
    “Say when,” she said.
    Travis looked at his watch. The second hand was ten clicks from the top of the dial. When it was three clicks shy he said, “Now.”
    Bethany pressed the button. The cone of light flared and then died. The iris stayed open. Bethany lifted the cylinder and carried it to the opening. She passed it through to Travis and he cradled it tightly against himself.
    Then Bethany reached through, grabbed the oak branch, and pulled herself onto the girder.
    “What are you doing?” Travis said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “You don’t have to be over here too. We don’t both have to risk this. If we’re wrong, and there’s no way back, you might as well be in the present.”
    “Why?” she said. “I’d be stuck there without the cylinder. What would I do?”
    “Live the life of Renee Turner. Party like hell. Anything you want.”
    “Yeah. For four months. Knowing the whole time that the world’s going to end.”
    “It’s probably longer than we’d make it on this side.” He looked at his watch. Sixty seconds left. “This is stupid. You should wait in the room.”
    “It’s the broken concrete all over again.”
    “Yeah, it is, and you don’t have to be on it.”
    She turned to face him, leaning on the branch between them. The overcast had thinned, and in the brighter light he saw her eyes more clearly than he had before now. He’d thought they were brown. Really they were green, but so dark they were almost black.
    “You’re willing to risk being left alone in the whole world, for the sake of someone you care about,” she said. “And I think someone willing to do that shouldn’t have to. If we get stuck here, we’ll find ways to pass the time.”
    He held her gaze. It occurred to him that what she was doing was about as kind a gesture as a human could make to another. For a long moment he couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
    Then he said, “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    He glanced at his watch. “Thirty seconds.”
    She nodded. Swallowed hard.
    They both turned and stared through the iris. Through the windows on the far side of the hotel room they could see the city in the present day. The orderly buildings and the gleam of sunlight on glass. The traffic flowing smoothly through the circle down the block. People on the sidewalks in shorts and T-shirts. Parents walking with kids in the light of a summer morning.
    “For all that’s wrong with the world,” Travis said, “it really is something.”
    In the corner of his eye he saw Bethany nod.
    And then the iris slipped shut in front of them, and left them staring at precisely the same angle on the ruined city. A perfect superimposition from one image to the other. From solid buildings to their leaning skeletons. From the bustling street to the decaying one. The effect was more powerful than Travis had expected. He heard Bethany exhale softly beside him and knew it’d been the same for her.
    Travis moved ten feet along a girder that T-boned into the one they’d first stepped onto. He found a position from which the cylinder would project the iris to more or less the same spot it’d just vanished from. Bethany, on the first girder, stood clear.
    Travis wondered what it would look like if they were wrong, and the iris opened onto a Washington, D.C. seven decades even further on. The frames of the buildings would be long gone. The roads, too. It might be hard to tell there’d been a city there at all.
    He leveled the cylinder like a weapon.
    He pressed the on button.
    The light cone flared.
    The iris appeared.
    Bethany didn’t look through it. She looked at him instead.
    “Tell me,” she said.

Part II - Umbra

Chapter Eighteen
    Paige lay bound, waiting for it to happen.
    Waiting for the end.
    Every few minutes she heard