Olivia felt power return to her as she had known only once before. It had been as intoxicating then as it was terrifying. For a single frozen instant, she felt as though she had grown another set of eyes and could see both ways in time. Looking back, she could sense the vast inertia of history—quintillions of individual lives, all combined in inevitable ways to produce this moment. Equus was no last vestige of anything, it was the shelter meant to preserve the light of civilization through the darkness of strife. 