“Where is here?” I ask. “Where are we?” “Like I said, it’s an ice planet. Two suns, two moons. Nothing else you’d recognize, I’m afraid. We’re all very primitive here, hence all the furs.” She smiles. “But it’s a good life once you get used to it, I promise.” “There are no cities?” Willa asks. “There’s a village. Just one.” Jesus. I can’t imagine. This sounds worse and worse all the time.
