One moment Dama is where she expects to be, and the next moment she is where she least expects to be - an unheard-of street under an astronomically bizarre sky, showing close, green-blue moons and two orange suns, one much closer than the other, glowing through the clouds. It is raining hard; people are bustling past her under various contrivances to keep the rain off. Nobody looks twice at her.
“A lot of us live too far inland to need to, but the people on the coast can.”
She crosses her arms. “No. And I wasn’t made, and I definitely didn’t start existing today.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“I’m fine without, I’ve already been rained on plenty.”
She pays attention to the route from the library to the assistance office.
Surely she can learn more than that in a mile and a half.
“What is that literally?”
“Maybe not, but give it a try anyway?”
Sure, they can do that.
Huh, neat. Maki would probably like that. He’d probably like a lot of this, actually, she’ll have to tell him when she gets home.