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"Why did you? Hostage?"
She shook her head again, the smile gone. "I've been lonely," she said. "I
just wanted the company."
I didn't say anything. She pushed up from the bed. "I'm going to take a
shower." She turned away from me and walked into the bathroom, closed the
door.
Find the gun, I thought. But only for a moment. I didn't really care where
the gun was, I didn't want to have anything to do with it. What I did
instead was undress and get into bed. I was beat, still half drunk, and I
needed the sleep.
But I couldn't sleep. I lay wide awake, waiting for her to return. It had
been a long time since I'd been involved with anyone, and that had been a
woman who spent all her time on speed of one kind or another; I'd begun to
feel like I was moving in slow motion whenever I was with her. Now I felt
as if I had been on speed most of the evening. I closed my eyes, but that
didn't help. I waited.
I opened my eyes to the covers being pulled away, and Victoria standing
over me, naked and wet from the shower. She was a completely normal woman,
whatever universe she'd come from.
She crawled across the bed on all fours, dripping onto my skin as she
leaned over me. She blew air across my belly, through the hair between my
legs. She moved down toward my thighs, and straddled me.
"I'm too drunk," I said.
She looked down at my crotch. "No you're not," she said.
"I'm too tired."
"No you're not."
"I don't even know what you are," I said.
"What do you think I am?" She moved forward, lifted slightly, then lowered
herself onto me, warm and moist. She smiled. "Just drive," she said.
I drove.

She wouldn't talk about where we were going, or why. I had the feeling she
didn't have any particular destination in mind, that she was just shifting
from one universe to another at random, trying to lose her pursuer. For a
few days, it seemed to work.
I got used to the changes. Or rather, to the idea of change. Each day we
made at least one shift, usually two. Once we made three, which was a
mistake--I got sick all over the front seat and nearly ran the car into a
concrete channel on the side of the road used by people on cable-powered
skateboards. After that, we shared the driving, and stuck to two shifts a
day.
Everything changed--the car, our clothes, money. Language changed,
occasionally becoming so close to English that I could understand it
again, but usually becoming completely unintelligible. And the world
around us changed.
Once we emerged into a domed city, buildings reaching to the dome itself
and through it, jutting into the open sky above. Another city was a maze
of narrow roadways with hundreds of footbridges above the streets,
connecting the stone buildings in a vast, chaotic network of bent and
twisted metal. And once we came out onto a cracked and potholed concrete