“Jennifer?”
“That’s me,” she said. “Oh, wait till my folks hear about this.”
The strange non-man had slipped from view a block away. Even so, Jim felt them still around, those phantoms following out of sight. He supposed they were still protecting him, though they only made him feel unsettled.
“Trix!” Jim called. Trix saw him and grinned, waiting for a car to pass then dashing across the street. She slowed when she saw Jennifer, blinked a few times, and then her face fell a little.
She hugged him tight. Jim felt her fear and excitement, and something else-a burgeoning sadness. She was still determined, but something subtle had changed.
“Trix, meet Jennifer.”
“Hi.” Trix shook Jennifer’s hand. “And that’s Anne,” she said, nodding toward where the girl and woman stood on the sidewalk.
“The little girl’s the Oracle?” Jim asked.
“Don’t let her size and age deceive you,” Trix said, chuckling softly. “She’s mean as they come when she wants to be, and when the Shadow Men came she conjured up her own version-she calls them No-Face Men-and they fought and-”
“Men with no faces,” Jennifer said.
“You’ve seen them?”
“One of them led us here,” Jim said. “And they saved us at the Oracle’s house. We got there, some of those wraiths-the Shadow Men-were waiting.”
“Just weird,” Jennifer said, shivering.
“Sally will need to remove your mark,” Trix said. “She’s a little… strained at the moment, but she’s strong as hell.”
“Mark?”
“Veronica. As well as what she sent in the envelopes, she sent something with us, too. So those things of hers could follow.”
“How?” Jim asked.
“Cookies.”
“Damn. Cookies.”
“Oh, I don’t like the sound of that,” Jennifer said.
Trix smiled and hugged Jim again. It felt good to Jim-she was someone he knew, something he could understand, while everyone else around them right now was either a child Oracle or a facsimile of his lost wife. He needed Trix-brash, dependable, wild Trix. She was his rock, and his connection to the Boston they had left behind. “Oh, this is just all so fucking weird,” she said into his neck.
“Tell me about it.”
“I don’t know where to start!” She pulled back and tried to laugh, but it came out strained and tense.
“Trix?” Something had happened. He waited for her to tell him, but she glanced at Jennifer and turned around.
“Come on. Sally’s sure she can find them now.”
“Has she said anything about them?” Jim was desperate for news, and his anxiety had been growing by the minute since losing touch with Trix.
“She’s promised to find them, that’s all,” Trix said. And again, there was something she wanted to tell him.
“Trix, I’m here,” Jim said. She nodded, her eyes haunted by ghosts he had yet to meet.
They crossed the street, and Jennifer and Anne stood facing each other a dozen steps apart. Trix introduced Jim to Sally, and the girl nodded and looked him up and down. Her gaze was shockingly adult, aged and knowing, and he felt distinctly uncomfortable.
“You can find my wife and daughter?” he asked.
“I can,” she said. A shadow passed across her face-exhaustion, he thought, and perhaps a glimmer of fear. But she gathered herself quickly, then looked at the two women who might have been Jenny. “No time for hanging around. We need to get to the street junction, and there I’ll trace them. But I’m not so sure it’ll be that easy.”
“Veronica,” Jim said.
The girl nodded. “The bitch had this planned.”
“But according to her plan, you should be dead now,” Trix said.
“I should. But she’ll have backup plans, and other ways to do the deed. You can bet on it.”
“How can you know that?” Jim asked.
“Because I would.” The girl set off along the street, leading the four adults behind her. They walked in a loaded silence, and people parted to let them through. Perhaps some of them knew Sally, or felt the power carried by the girl. But Jim thought it more likely that they were picking up on the strange tension between the two women. Jennifer and Anne, Jenny and Jenny, they walked with Trix and Jim between them but stole frequent glances at each other. They were not the only two people in this tragic city meeting like this, Jim knew. There would be hundreds more, maybe thousands, doppelgangers thrown together through geography, circumstance, or tragedy. But for Jim, these were the only ones who mattered.
They reached the intersection, and Sally paused at the corner, leaning against a garbage can and watching vehicles rumble past. Traffic lights above the road were out of action, and the building on the opposite corner had sustained damage, one wall slumping to the ground to display the tumbled wreck of the rooms within. A man sat on the rubble, drinking steadily from a bottle of whiskey.
A fire engine powered through the intersection, barely pausing. Two ambulances quickly followed. There are a thousand tragedies today , Jim thought, but he knew that his own was linked inextricably to what was happening to this city. The more he saw and the less he understood, the more determined he became to fix it all.
Sally stepped into the road. Jim gasped and reached for her, but Trix held his arm and shook her head. “She knows what she’s doing.”
Jim heard whispering behind him, and he snapped around, terrified that those things had arrived again. But the whispering came from Anne and Jennifer, still maintaining a distance yet starting to communicate in tentative tones.
“It must be so strange,” Trix said.
“And yet we’re Uniques,” Jim said. “ We’re the strange ones here.”
Sally had reached the center of the intersection and placed her hands flat against the road. Cars and trucks, emergency vehicles and media vans, they all passed without lifting a strand of her hair or causing a single ripple in her loose dress. It was as if Sally was somewhere else, yet still visible to them all.
“You said I still have the mark?” Jim asked Trix.
“I have a feeling we’re being watched,” she said. Jim nodded, because he had that feeling as well, stronger than what people commonly called the sixth sense. He not only felt eyes on him, but he could sense the breeze harden across his skin, almost as if holding him in place in this world.
After a couple of minutes Sally stood and walked back to them, passing between lines of traffic that seemed not to slow or notice her at all. And she looked worried. “Need to get that mark from you,” she said.
“Tell me you’ve found them,” Jim said as she mounted the sidewalk.
“I could tell you that.”
“But?” Trix asked.
“I’ve found Holly.” She looked at Anne and Jennifer, and even this Oracle’s eyes seemed to glimmer with wonder. “The other Jenny… your Jenny… not so much.”
“No!” Jim gasped. Sally held up one hand.
“I have a sense of her, like an echo around Holly, but nothing solid. She may be with Holly and the collision of the cities is just giving me some kind of interference.” She smiled, trying to impart hope.
“What else?” Jim asked.
“Holly is afraid. She’s trapped, somehow, but I can’t sense her captors at all.”
Jim shook his head, frustrated and growing frantic. “What does that mean?”
“Only one possibility that I can think of. Veronica’s Shadow Men have her.”
“Oh, no!” Trix said. “How did they catch her?”
“I think they may have had her all along,” Sally said, and she performed a slow full circle, looking up at the broken windows surrounding them. “These aren’t the same Shadow Men who attacked us. They’re still out there, kept at bay by the No-Face Men who serve me.”
“So where is she?” Jim asked. “Where’s my little girl?”
Sally told them. And then she reached out to Jim, and he cried as she removed his mark.
From the Back of a Broken Dream