“A map,” he said softly. “Supposedly. We…went to the location. That’s where you found us. We were searching there when the fire broke out.” He blushed. “We were fools, selling everything for a ship we could barely fly, trying to find this on our own…” She held it up and found faint writing on it, in faded ink, that she couldn’t read. “A map to what?” “A hidden perpendicularity,” he said, “that nobody knows about.”
