She had traced the maps in the Ancient Map Archives, a branch of the Main Library that guards seldom patrolled. Although it would be of no use without a rare IBM AT system, the software that she had used to communicate with Clara was concealed on the disk in her tote bag.

Trock pressed the exit button. The gate door slid open. On his computer, a scan of Helen's artist's tote automatically replaced his screen. He muttered a semi-silent curse, clicked OK. Watched Helen sit down in tall brown grass on the side of the old road that led up the hill. On his laptop screen, the game reappeared.