[Ingo peers at Emmet's gestures, trying to mentally picture the place. He must have known it well once. But he can't see it now. He knows what bridges and trains are, yet all he can see is generic images of them, more akin to the wooden bridges he knows and the great iron creation from Laventon's only photograph of a train than to whatever the real subway must be.
It's an old familiar exercise: trying and failing to envision the past. It feels worse knowing the shape of what should be there, and still failing to fill anything in.]
...underwater tunnels? That sounds quite dangerous!
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It's an old familiar exercise: trying and failing to envision the past. It feels worse knowing the shape of what should be there, and still failing to fill anything in.]
...underwater tunnels? That sounds quite dangerous!