Episode 97: Depart
The streets were full of people now, going about their business, pushing and jostling, eating in the restaurants, making electricity for the lights, generating power for the telephones.
Nora, Frank, and Jim Wilson sat in a restaurant on Clark Street. "We're all different people now," Nora said. "No one could go through what we've been through and be the same."
Jim Wilson took her statement listlessly. "Did they find out what it was about our atmosphere that killed them?"
"They're still working on that, I think." Frank Brooks stirred his coffee, raised a spoonful and let it drip back into the cup.
"I'm going up to the Chicago Avenue police station," Wilson said.
Frank and Nora looked up in surprise. Frank asked, "Why? The military court missed it�the fact you escaped from jail."
"They didn't miss it I don't think. I don't think they cared much. I'm going back anyway."
"It won't be much of a rap."
"No, a pretty small one. I want to get it over with."
He got up from his chair. "So long. Maybe I'll see you around."
"So long."
"Goodbye."
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