Lyle writes:
With each passing day it is getting warmer and warmer. Soon I shall travel only at night.
How far I am going I have no idea. I do know that I have not yet arrived at my destination.
Sensing the onset of noon I looked towards the sun to judge the hour. A fireball streaked overhead. I whipped my neck to follow it. It exploded on the city
Moments later came the sound of its impact.
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