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"
—
and
you
look
again
,
"
he
whispered
.
The
tiny
red
flame
was
still
there
.
"
It
wasn
’
t
there
last
night
,
"
he
whispered
.
He
stumbled
and
fell
,
picked
himself
up
,
ran
behind
the
hut
,
swiveled
the
telescope
,
and
pointed
it
at
the
sky
.
A
minute
later
,
after
a
long
wild
staring
,
he
appeared
in
the
low
door
of
the
hut
.
The
wife
and
the
two
daughters
and
the
son
turned
their
heads
to
him
.
Finally
he
was
able
to
speak
"
I
have
good
news
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
have
looked
at
the
sky
.
A
rocket
is
coming
to
take
us
all
home
.
It
will
be
here
in
the
early
morning
.
"
He
put
his
hands
down
and
put
his
head
into
his
hands
and
began
to
cry
gently
.
He
burned
what
was
left
of
New
New
York
that
morning
at
three
.
He
took
a
torch
and
moved
into
the
plastic
city
and
with
the
flame
touched
the
walls
here
or
there
.
The
city
bloomed
up
in
great
tosses
of
heat
and
light
.
It
was
a
square
mile
of
illumination
,
big
enough
to
be
seen
out
in
space
.
It
would
beckon
the
rocket
down
to
Mr
.
Hathaway
and
his
family
.
His
heart
beating
rapidly
with
.
pain
,
he
returned
to
the
hut
.
"
See
?
"
He
held
up
a
dusty
bottle
into
the
light
.
"
Wine
I
saved
,
just
for
tonight
.
I
knew
that
some
day
someone
would
find
us
!
We
’
ll
have
a
drink
to
celebrate
!
"
