Coldbrook

She stared at him. She knew he was a stubborn bastard, single-minded. She knew that this door was never opening again.

‘Damn you, Vic.’

‘Too late for that.’

‘Your name.’ Holly stooped out of sight and picked up the pistols. ‘Then press enter.’

‘How did you-’

‘I don’t even know if it’ll work!’ she said, laughing and crying at the same time. Then she backed away towards the staircase.

Vic watched her go, hand on the door handle, heart thumping. As she pressed through the doors into the stairwell her expression did not change at all. But she watched him for every last moment she had.

He turned from the door and sat on the chair. It was still warm from Holly. Vic closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, smelling her. I love two women, he thought, but the image that screamed at him was his little girl, shrieking for him to come with her.

Olivia was through the breach now. A whole world away, and in a place he had never seen.

‘Hope you’ve done well, Jonah,’ he said. There was a box on the laptop screen, cursor flashing, and he tapped in his name: Vic Pearson. Holly’s choice of code, the last words she’d thought she would ever see. The name glared at him, bright, accusing.

Two minutes later, on the big wall screens, Holly appeared in Control. She’ll stop and look at the camera, call me on the satphone, one last-

But she ran through the breach without once looking back

Vic had never felt so alone.

‘I’ve lost them,’ he whispered. ‘I’ve lost them all.’

A moment later the zombies flooded into Control, pursuing Holly, darkening that place like fluid from a foul, ruptured wound. The first of them was ten steps from the breach as Vic rested his finger on the enter key.

He relaxed, pressed down.

And then there was light.

Saturday 1

Ten days after helping to forge a path to an alternate version of her Earth, Holly was there again.

She watched dawn break over eastern hills, and the sunrise was a palette of colour. Dust in the air from the nukes, Drake had told her before, but she viewed it simply for its beauty. And she enjoyed the peace.

They’d camped in the small valley where the breach had been formed. The people that Drake had left guarding his side of the breach had brought tents and blankets, and enough food to make a small but satisfying meal for everyone who had come through. They had stood guard through the night while the survivors had slept. The tents had been cramped. Many had chosen to sleep beneath the stars, especially the children, who seemed able to accept this far better than the adults could.

Holly had slept away from the others. Lucy hadn’t once looked at her. Olivia had come to her as darkness had settled yesterday and asked, ‘Where’s my daddy?’ Holly hadn’t been able to find it in her heart to tell the truth, so instead she had said nothing. And now the little girl kept glancing at her, and Holly knew that there would be more questions.

Don’t they feel it? Lucy had asked Marc during the night. He hadn’t been able to sleep, either. Don’t the rest of them feel the distance?

Several small fires burned as Gaia’s people cooked breakfast for the new arrivals. There were dozens of small fish from the stream flowing nearby, and the roots of the three-stemmed plants smelled gorgeous as they were roasted in seed oil. Olivia was playing with several other kids of her own age, jumping over the stream and sometimes slipping in. They were soaked, but happy.

Holly had yet to see Lucy this morning.

‘He’s dead,’ a voice said. Holly jumped and turned, and Lucy sat down beside her. One of the Gaians stood twenty steps behind them, uphill. None of them were allowed to wander off on their own, but the time would come.

‘He’s. .’ Holly said.

‘I’m not stupid.’ Still Lucy didn’t meet her gaze.

‘He won’t have felt anything,’ Holly said. She found it difficult to speak.

‘He went back to save you.’

‘He didn’t know what I was doing. He came to help. And when I told him he. . shut me out. Made it so that. .’

‘After everything else, I’m not sure that he could have lived with you dying as well,’ Lucy said. Her tone suggested this was the first and only time they’d talk about Vic like this. As she mourned, so she was tolerating Holly’s shameful grief as well.

‘Lucy. .’ Holly began, but she could think of nothing to say.

‘I’ve lost him,’ Lucy said, and she started to sob. ‘Olivia has lost him. It’s all so final.’

‘It might be a beginning.’

Lucy looked at her at last. Holly held her gaze, determined not to look away. ‘Maybe,’ Lucy muttered, wiping her eyes. She looked towards her daughter. ‘But I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to shake this feeling of distance.’

Holly looked down into the shallow valley at the scar where the breach had been. It was bare stone now, an almost perfect circle of ground where all soil and life had been erased and replaced with a slowly cooling surface of molten rock. A moment after coming through she’d felt a thump at her back, a nudge, as if someone was urging her on a second before heat blasted out. . and then nothing. People kept away from it now, partly because of the heat but mostly because they were scared. Exactly where we are and a trillion light years away, Holly thought.

‘I hope the sense of distance will fade over time,’ Holly said.

‘I don’t want Olivia to be told. Not until I’m ready. I’ve told her that Daddy saved us all, and he’s trying to find his way back.’

‘It’s all so strange,’ Holly said. ‘Maybe that’s. .’ That’s right, she wanted to say. But tears threatened now, and she could say no more. She had no right to cry in front of Lucy, and she tried to hold back.

‘Breakfast is ready.’ Lucy stood and walked downhill towards her child.

The tears came, and Holly watched Vic’s wife blur in her vision as she moved away.

Later, as they were preparing to leave and Drake’s guards came in from where they had been keeping watch on the surrounding hilltops, Marc approached Holly.

‘We need to talk to Drake,’ he said. ‘Just the three of us.’ He was carrying reams of paper in a rucksack that had been given to him by one of the Gaians. He no longer carried a weapon. He was a scientist among warriors, and word had slowly spread about what he would attempt. Holly could tell that Marc would never be someone comfortable with attention.

They found Drake and took him to one side, walking up towards a ridge from where Holly hoped she would finally get a proper view of Gaia. Moira and another woman kept pace with them twenty steps behind, keeping watch. There was still danger here.

‘There are almost forty of us,’ Marc said to Drake as they walked. ‘Have you thought about that? About how it might impact on your community here?’

Drake was silent for a time. They kicked through grass heavy with dew. Breakfast lay comfortably in Holly’s stomach. She didn’t think she’d tasted anything quite so perfect in years.

‘Things have changed,’ Drake said at last. ‘You’ll have a big impact on us. There’s room, but barely. You don’t know this world and its dangers, the places you can go, and those you can’t. You’ll be sharing sleeping quarters,