After a moment or two, I realized that we were actually travelling under the city. Already, we must have left our Designated Area.
I stared out the window at blackness, interrupted by an occasional flash of light.
After a while, the ride became dull and uneventful. I decided to talk with the girl sitting beside me to pass the time.
Are you going to Barton Oaks as well?
It's your first time, isn't it?
Yes. What's it like? What do we do?
They'll explain when you get there. Nothing I could say would be useful.
Each group's experience is unique. And private.
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