â€œDonâ€™t worry, itâ€™s mostly flat from here on out.â€  Karr grinned, trying to sound encouraging and not condescending.  He cast an anxious glance towards the distant end of the bridge, concealed far off in the fog somewhere.   He rarely made the journey with company and heâ€™d always made good time, but he had the oddest feeling that this trip was going to be much different.<br/><br/>He swore under his breath at the sound of the explosion, all too close for comfort, and nodded at her words.  â€œWeâ€™d better get a move on, then.  Unfortunately Iâ€™m not the only one on this side of the city, and the others arenâ€™t as friendly.  They donâ€™t like anyone trying to cross the bridge without payment.â€  Letting Lillith stay ahead of him, Karr cast appraising glances backwards every few seconds as they walked into the fog until he could no longer see the embankment from which they had descended.  Able to breathe a bit easier, he stepped up to walk beside his companion.<br/><br/>Their footsteps rang hollow and muted in the mist as they traveled, leaving only the occasional shadow of a deserted vehicle or the far off beating of birdâ€™s wings for company.  The rolling mist thinned and stifled by turns, sometimes seeming to vanish altogether and giving the impression that the landscape around them was always changing.  If not for the long, shallow grooves in the pavement beneath their feet, it would have been difficult to tell that they were still walking in a straight line.<br/><br/>They continued on this way for some time, Karrâ€™s mind racing as he tried to calculate the length of their trip at the current pace, if they were to make occasional stops, if the fog thinned, if something went wrongâ€”<br/><br/>â€œTell me about your world,â€ he blurted, abruptly choosing to distance his mind from needless anxiety.  It was a question heâ€™d always longed to ask Edison, but the time had never seemed quite right.  What was the point of dwelling on a world he would never see when his own was at war?  It had always seemed a little silly and so he had always bitten his tongue.  â€œHow different is it from this one?â€