YOU HAVE THE WHEEL. “But—but where are we going?” WHO KNOWS? The captain gripped the spokes helplessly. “But . . . there’s no stars that I recognize! No charts! What are the winds here? Where are the currents?” Death shrugged. The captain turned the wheel aimlessly. The ship glided on through the ghost of a sea. Then he brightened up. The worst had already happened. It was amazing how good it felt to know that. And if the worst had already happened . . .
