"Okay." Tinker pulled up the recordings she had made of Turtle Creek and directed them to her largest monitor. "Since I don't have a clue how I'm supposed to help my mother, let's see what he has to say about my biggest problem: the Ghostlands." * * * Page 254 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html The great Westinghouse Bridge had fallen. The Ghostlands had lapped up against the centermost support column and toppled it. Two of its four great arching spans now lay in ruins on the valley floor, slowly leeching to blue. The remaining two spans would soon follow. Wolf gazed down at the ruin, trying to not let dismay overtake him. "There's nothing you can do?" Jewel Tear glared at the valley as if it personally defied her. "Not in time. At the rate it's expanding, it will involve the main river shortly." She meant the Monongahela River, which flowed past the mouth of the Turtle Creek. "The creek froze solid," Wolf said. "You don't think the river will freeze?" "If I understand this correctly, the worlds are mirror images." Jewel pointed out at the river.
