“My locket. I didn’t mean to

“No, I . . . hey, wait. How’d you get a hoverboard to take you across the river?” 

“Here, piggy, piggy!

“The trip. To the Smoke.”

She was trapped on the route to the railroad.

She stared at the two rivers in the darkness,

She wanted to lie down in the flowers and sleep.

they had fallen apart in the helicopter

The black shapes of two firefighting hovercars

“They carried electricity from a wind farm to one of the old cities.”