“Do you also have to be here when we leave?” Zeke asked.
“Nae. ‘Tis not ye I’m here for. Edna has another traveler arriving.”
“It’s like a revolving door around here,” Zeke chuckled.
Wallace looked confused by this.
“My sister, Sara, told me you met her when she arrived.”
“Aye. Sara. A lovely lass. How is she?”
“She’s doing well.”
“Did she ever find her man?”
“She did. They’re married now.”
“Good. I see ye’ve found yer love as well,” Wallace observed.
“I have and I couldn’t be happier,” Zeke replied. “This is Brenna.”
“I’m pleased to meet ye lass. Yer off to the future, I see. Good luck to ye.”
“We’ll be back for a visit and I expect we’ll see you when we arrive.”
“I expect ye will.” Wallace moved off from the bridge and Zeke guessed he knew exactly where to wait so he wasn’t caught up in the fog.
As soon as Wallace was in position, the fog arrived, swirling around them until all they could see was fog and sparking lights.
Zeke held Brenna close. She clung so tightly to him that he could feel her trembling. “I’ve got you,” he reassured her. He closed his eyes and held her close. When he finally opened them, they were on the Marina Green.
The fog was gone and a woman passing by with her dog, stared at them. “Nice costumes,” she said and then moved along on her way.
Brenna still had her head tucked into Zeke’s chest.
“We’re here, Brenna,” he said.
“I’m afraid to look,” she confessed.
He lifted her chin with his finger. “This is your new home, Brenna. Take a look.”
Tentatively at first, she peeked over Zeke’s shoulder and then, eyes wide with wonder, she turned in a complete circle, marveling at all of it.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I cannae believe me eyes.” She spun again, taking in the buildings, the bay, the bridge. “I dinnae ken what to say.”
“Welcome to San Francisco,” Zeke said.
“There is nae castle,” she observed.
“It’s a city, not a castle,” Zeke explained.
“Many people live here.”
“More than you’ve ever seen.”
“What are those?” she pointed to the cars buzzing by them on the road.
