Up in the morning and out to school...

[a1enzo]

This is it.

They're at the docks. Enzo's carefully culled belongings are packed in the trunk of Bob's car. The ferry is scheduled to leave soon, but they're letting the other travelers board first.

Time to say goodbye.

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[a1enzo]

The car cruises between the golden towers and a disproportionate number of MP3 stores and Java houses. At the hub of the subsystem, a circular street surrounds a group of buildings on a spacious green.

Actually, it's more a group of groups. The buildings stand in a rough ring around the central green; in addition to a large, squat structure and a very large white tower, there are a group of several medium-sized boxy buildings and an enormous cluster of little domes.

There are also children, many children of 10 and 11, hanging out on the green, chatting, playing Ultimate P.O.N.G., and entering and exiting the white tower. More children than he's seen even at Milliways. Sprite children. For the moment, Enzo can't do anything but gawk.

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob can't help but feel a wave of nostalgia pass over him as he watches the kids playing. Ah, the good ol' cycles...

[command_dot_com]

Dot remembers when Lost Angles used to look like this, and smiles. Carefully stepping out of the car and getting to the trunk to get Enzo's bags.

"I think you're really going to like it here, Enzo."

[a1enzo]

Enzo smiles in something between awe and bliss. "I think I am."