We had known each other too long not to know when I was serious. After all, if it was my dream, at least I could make it good.”
And the light touch through my mind and the same whispered voice said sadly:
“Not water. Even though there was no turbulence, the shuttle was shaking as if it was about to fall to pieces. Eventually they formed, and if they had seemed neutral before, this time the question seemed downright accusatory:
“Are you Adam? I kept thinking it was a dream until… Put the river back!”
“Eve asked me puzzled.”
“The same way you’ve taken it out!”
She closed her eyes and after only a few moments the river reappeared and was now much wider and richer in water. When I was in the shuttle it was Pauline, but here is Eve.”
An inquisitive, inquisitive claw was again searching my memory minutes that seemed interminable I saw Pauline begin to move slightly, and her legs bent at that impossible angle straightened as if of their own accord.
