Khalid’s family came to the High Line often, so he was familiar with the area. The High Line itself didn’t seem to exist here. An old aboveground train path, it had been converted to a park in his own world. In this one, there was something elevated parallel to Tenth Avenue, but it was enclosed and sealed off. He’d walked another six blocks uptown, then three long blocks west. Subway entrances had tempted him, but he figured his MetroCard wouldn’t work in this world. There had also been entrances to something called a superway. Gazing straight up, he saw the tubes running between buildings. Moira was right. They built a subway in the sky. Shaking himself, he entered the Apple Store. It was crowded, so he pushed his way to the nearest display table. He planted himself in front of something that looked like an iPad, but one that had been on a serious weight-loss program. Like back home, it was free to use. Good thing some things are the same. He thought of what he’d witnessed on his way here—the brand names in the pharmacy, for example.
