Stray strands screened her puffy eyes. “Is that you, James?” I struggled against the Singularity’s pull. It tore at me, ripping off shreds of my consciousness and whisking them away. “Where are you?” I said, voicing it to the crowd surrounding Victoria on the main plaza. But Kara heard or understood as well. “Where are you? Are you inside my head? How?” “The Singularity.” Her eyes widened. She stood up and brushed herself off. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” “You’re there right now? In the Liminality? Is it over? The war?” “No.” “Where are you, Karla?” She started to speak, but she paused. I could see that she wanted to tell me. “I can’t say.” “Come back. We’ll meet you … back in Brynmawr.” “I … can’t.” “Why not?” “Because. That will make you … happy.” “So why can’t I be happy?” “Because we need you … there … in the Liminality. The resistance … they need you. And you get … too happy, when you’re with me. And so you get stuck here.
