“It’s dangerous,” he told her, pleading, as if she didn’t know. “It’s unproven. We don’t know where you’ll come out.” The hole was so deep and so jagged, and the water beginning to churn from the waves. He had seen wonders and he had seen terrible things. He had to believe that this was one more and that it was true and that it was knowable.
Her stare took the measure of him. She was done talking. She threw her gun away. She dove into the water, down deep.
He took one last look back at the world he knew. He took one huge gulp of it, every bit of it he could see, every bit of it he could remember.
“Jump,” said a voice in his head.
Control jumped.