She was walking with him on the beach below Wit’s End. The sky was starless, but the water glowed with an eerie green light. The waves broke on the sand like emeralds.Out in the middle distance, floating on that luminous green, was a boat. Rima could just make out the shadowy figure of a man on deck. He was sweeping the beach with a telescope, left, then right, as if he was looking for something in particular.Even in her dream, Rima remembered hearing that boats represent death. Lincoln had dreamt of a boat before he was murdered, or so people said. She had a feeling the man on deck might finally be her father, come to say good-bye. But the telescope stopped its sweep, settled on her, and she knew he wasn’t. The knowledge that this man could see her face and she couldn’t see his was terrifying. Around the boat the glowing waves rose in the air. The landscape turned to green towers with turrets, which became green high-rises with windows, which became a photograph of the gray buildings of downtown Cleveland.Maxwell stepped into the photo, turning as he did so, holding out his hand for Rima, so that was the way he stayed, with his hand out like that.
