“You mean,” Daniel said, shooting her a bemused smile, “can you ask again?” “Wasn’t it destroyed?” Lisa pressed on, her words coming faster. “Deep-sixed? Buried under tons of earth and forevermore inaccessible by any living soul?” There was something in Lisa’s voice . . . Looking closer, he noticed that she was pale and clammy. Daniel took her hand to steady it. They were seated side by side in a lonely Conveyor Pod hurtling toward their destination. Ethan had brought them to the London entrance and explained how to get to L.A. They were astonished at the scope and power of this transportation system of tunnels buried deep underground. The Conveyor created a hum that was on the high end of the auditory spectrum, but not ear-piercingly so. Daniel contemplated the heightened senses the entire human race was experiencing, thanks to the absence of time, and wondered if the Conveyor’s hum was normally this loud, or if this was a byproduct of his newfound enhanced hearing.
