Last spark from the ashes

Blaze grunts in sudden understanding. “Put that way, I see what you mean. A companion like that is a fine thing to have.”

“If these co-ordinates are correct, that must be it. Old Calgary.” The Ghost, too, is watching the viewscreens with fascination. Post-Golden Age the city’s towers are taller and sleeker and much more numerous. On the outskirts, they fly past some sort of ancient aerospace port, a couple of chunky transport ships lying abandoned around the main terminal. The stretches of visible highways are lined with dark blots of rusted-out vehicles.

Blaze doesn’t think to comment on that: it’s what she expects to see around a city, and her attention is on getting them safely in to wherever this city kept its heart. To the old old city, where Jesse might recognize some of the weathered buildings and shifted park outlines and overgrown monuments.

“All right, I’m taking us right in. Give me the heads-up if any landmarks look familiar.”