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"
Where
is
this
?
Nearby
?
"
He
stared
at
the
tulip
plant
,
and
shook
his
head
.
"
Way
away
.
"
"
Well
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
’
m
needed
here
.
And
I
can
’
t
just
leave
.
How
do
you
expect
me
to
get
there
?
I
can
’
t
fly
,
like
you
,
you
know
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Horus
.
"
You
can
’
t
.
"
Then
he
looked
up
,
gravely
,
and
pointed
to
the
other
dot
that
circled
them
,
as
it
dropped
from
the
darkening
clouds
,
growing
in
size
.
"
He
can
.
"
Another
several
hours
’
pointless
driving
,
and
by
now
Town
hated
the
GPS
almost
as
much
as
he
hated
Shadow
.
There
was
no
passion
in
the
hate
,
though
.
He
had
thought
finding
his
way
to
the
farm
,
to
the
great
silver
ash
tree
,
had
been
hard
;
finding
his
way
away
from
the
farm
was
much
harder
.
It
did
not
seem
to
matter
which
road
he
took
,
which
direction
he
drove
down
the
narrow
country
lanes
—
the
twisting
Virginia
back
roads
which
must
have
begun
,
he
was
sure
,
as
deer
trails
and
cow
paths
—
eventually
he
would
find
himself
passing
the
farm
once
more
,
and
the
hand
-
painted
sign
,
ASH
.
This
was
crazy
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
He
simply
had
to
retrace
his
way
,
take
a
left
turn
for
every
right
he
had
taken
on
his
way
here
,
a
right
turn
for
every
left
.
Only
that
was
what
he
had
done
last
time
,
and
now
here
he
was
,
back
at
the
farm
once
more
.
There
were
heavy
storm
clouds
coming
in
,
it
was
getting
dark
fast
,
it
felt
like
night
,
not
morning
,
and
he
had
a
long
drive
ahead
of
him
:
he
would
never
get
to
Chattanooga
before
afternoon
at
this
rate
.
His
cell
phone
gave
him
only
a
No
Service
message
.
The
fold
-
out
map
in
the
car
’
s
glove
compartment
showed
the
main
roads
,
all
the
interstates
and
the
real
highways
,
but
as
far
as
it
was
concerned
nothing
else
existed
.
Nor
was
there
anyone
around
that
he
could
ask
.
The
houses
were
set
back
from
the
roads
;
there
were
no
welcoming
lights
.
Now
the
fuel
gauge
was
nudging
Empty
.
He
heard
a
rumble
of
distant
thunder
,
and
a
single
drop
of
rain
splashed
heavily
onto
his
windshield
.
