"You're right," she agrees softly, still holding the paper but no longer seeing it. And she hopes that so desperately that this is just a hallucination they're sharing. That there's something wrong with the Porter again and that soon they'll be back home in a world that doesn't want to hunt her like a wild animal. But what if...

"My world wasn't like this when I left it. The year is the same but..." She looks out the window at the road stretching ahead of them. "We should find a city. We'll probably get more information there."