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The two of them walk through the ruined factory. A few times Bina thinks she recognizes something, a building or a particular pile of junk, but it's hard to say.

This place has been replicated and copied and overlayed in so many ways that she could easily have been at this corner a dozen times and not recognize it now.

She probably should go faster, but there's a familiar sense of timelessness to this place that reminds her of the Moment. It's hard to hurry, even as bits of it slough off into oblivion.

"You do know where we're going, right?" she asks the dog, who doesn't answer, but does continue to pick her way through the debris, always in the same direction.