It was time to go.
“Are you sure you won’t change your mind?” asked Bella for the third time, finding it difficult to believe they were actually going to do it—that Ank and Williams were going to set out yet again, this time for Canada.
“Positive,” said Williams, and threw more supplies onto Ank’s back.
He turned to face her at last. “Maybe it’s not true and she died a long time ago ... who knows. But the fact is ... I’ve got to try. Besides,” He glanced at the others: at Red and Charlotte and Gojira and Erik—at Luna—at Peter and Samantha and Sammy (who’d been putting in double-time taking care of Sheila, who herself had no memory of leaving the camp or sabotaging the detonator) ... at Roger and Savanna and the clerk, whose name was Leon. “We’re going to grow moss if we hang around here
