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Time
rushed
over
her
and
into
her
,
swirling
like
a
dust
-
devil
.
A
thousand
memories
began
to
play
at
once
:
she
was
wet
and
stinking
on
the
floor
of
the
farmhouse
;
and
she
was
lost
in
a
department
store
the
week
before
Christmas
and
her
father
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
;
and
now
she
was
sitting
in
the
bar
at
Chi
-
Chi
’
s
,
ordering
a
strawberry
daiquiri
and
checking
out
her
blind
date
,
the
big
,
grave
man
-
child
,
and
wondering
how
he
kissed
;
and
she
was
in
the
car
as
,
sickeningly
,
it
rolled
and
jolted
,
and
Robbie
was
screaming
at
her
until
the
metal
post
finally
stopped
the
car
,
but
not
its
contents
,
from
moving
…
The
water
of
time
,
which
comes
from
the
spring
of
fate
,
Urd
’
s
Well
,
is
not
the
water
of
life
.
Not
quite
.
It
feeds
the
roots
of
the
world
tree
,
though
.
And
there
is
no
other
water
like
it
.
When
Laura
woke
in
the
empty
farmhouse
room
,
she
was
shivering
,
and
her
breath
actually
steamed
in
the
morning
air
.
There
was
a
scrape
on
the
back
of
her
hand
,
and
a
wet
smear
on
the
scrape
,
the
red
-
orange
of
fresh
blood
.
And
she
knew
where
she
had
to
go
.
She
had
drunk
from
the
water
of
time
,
which
comes
from
the
spring
of
fate
.
She
could
see
the
mountain
in
her
mind
.
She
licked
the
blood
from
the
back
of
her
hand
,
marveling
at
the
film
of
saliva
,
and
she
began
to
walk
.
It
was
a
wet
March
day
,
and
it
was
unseasonably
cold
,
and
the
storms
of
the
previous
few
days
had
lashed
their
way
across
the
southern
states
,
which
meant
that
there
were
very
few
real
tourists
at
Rock
City
on
Lookout
Mountain
.
The
Christmas
lights
had
been
taken
down
,
the
summer
visitors
were
yet
to
start
arriving
.
Still
,
there
were
a
number
of
people
there
.
There
was
even
a
tour
bus
that
drew
up
that
morning
,
releasing
a
dozen
men
and
women
with
perfect
tans
and
gleaming
,
reassuring
smiles
.
They
looked
like
news
anchors
,
and
one
could
almost
imagine
there
was
a
phosphor
-
dot
quality
to
them
:
they
seemed
to
blur
gently
as
they
moved
.
A
black
Humvee
was
parked
in
the
front
lot
of
Rock
City
,
near
to
Rocky
the
animatronic
gnome
.
The
TV
people
walked
intently
through
Rock
City
,
stationing
themselves
near
the
balancing
rock
,
where
they
talked
to
each
other
in
pleasant
,
reasonable
voices
.
They
were
not
the
only
visitors
.
If
you
had
walked
the
paths
of
Rock
City
that
day
,
you
might
have
noticed
people
who
looked
like
movie
stars
,
and
people
who
looked
like
aliens
and
a
number
of
people
who
looked
most
of
all
like
the
idea
of
a
person
and
nothing
like
the
reality
.
You
might
have
seen
them
,
but
most
likely
you
would
never
have
noticed
them
at
all
.
They
came
to
Rock
City
in
long
limousines
and
in
small
sports
cars
and
in
oversized
SUVs
.
Many
of
them
wore
the
sunglasses
of
those
who
habitually
wear
sunglasses
indoors
and
out
,
and
do
not
willingly
or
comfortably
remove
them
.
There
were
suntans
and
suits
and
shades
and
smiles
and
scowls
.
They
came
in
all
sizes
and
shapes
,
all
ages
and
styles
.
