“So… what…” Olivia muttered, trying in vain to watch whatever was going on outside the ship. They were still flying down, that strange shaft of light growing brighter. Or… stranger. Beyond that, she couldn’t say—her eyes started to water and ache, and she quickly looked away. Even with time unmoving, she couldn’t look at it for long. “Is that a bomb out there? You must have known he was building it. Everything Lucky says about you… talks about you like you’re a god.”