Referring to a complicated-looking timepiece with five distinct faces strapped to his inner arm, Karr picked absently through heaps of discarded material, not really looking for anything in particular.     Heâ€™d found a small tin of chewing gum on the floor there a little while agoâ€”it was rock-hard and smelled a little different than it had once, but it was still chewable.  He hadnâ€™t found any more, unfortunately.<br/><br/>He checked his watchâ€”if it could indeed be called thatâ€”once again.  Heâ€™d been monitoring the time left in which they could continue to use the powered lift without peril of crashing to their deaths hundreds of feet below, and was relieved when Lillith reemerged.   Dressed in sturdy layers and a heavy coat, she looked far more suited to face what lay ahead than she had minutes before.  That made one less thing he had to worry about on her behalf, and he smiled in what he hoped was an encouraging manner as he reclaimed his own coat.<br/><br/>â€œAh.â€  He scratched at his hair uncertainly as he processed her question.  â€œWell, we donâ€™t really have a whole lot of room for luggage, you knowâ€¦  If youâ€™re attached to them we could always come back, but I suggest finding somewhere here to leave them.â€<br/><br/>He hated imposing his living habits on Lillith, knowing that she had come from a far different world than his own and was probably accustomed to a wide array of luxuries that he could not afford her, but he was telling the truth.  The pouches and bottles on his belt contained only the barest of foodstuffs and survival essentials, and his electric baton was tucked safely away in a holster on his leg.  They had no way to carry anything else with them even if they had wanted to.  Nothing large, in any case.<br/><br/>When she had made her decision, they took the lift back down to the floor of the sphere and left the way they had come, Karr being almost paranoid in his insistence to check thoroughly for observers before they emerged.  So far theyâ€™d been lucky enough not to run into any of the guard, and he was hoping their luck would stretch for a few more hours at least.<br/><br/>â€œThis used to be a highway,â€ he narrated to fill the silence as they traveled.  He gestured out at the seas of abandoned cars and fallen streetlights.  â€œIt was one of the first things to go with the war.  The guard blocked it up to keep people from leaving the city, and from there they started targeting the buildings.â€<br/><br/>He squinted up at the latter, eyes traveling regretfully over the hollow skeletons.  â€œCome on.  Weâ€™re not far from the bridge, now.â€<br/><br/>Almost an hour later, they stood looking down at a place where a street had been hewn almost directly in half, granite crumbling and falling away beneath their feet.  Below and ahead of them stretched what was presumably a massive bridge, though the far side was shrouded in fog, with more rolling and bellowing up from the deep black expanses on either side.  The sun did not reach here, and the shadow-cloaked pits directed a chilling wind upwards.  Even from their distance, they could feel the temperature drop.  The concrete slabs were a pale gray color, dotted here and there with the remains of more abandoned cars, and what they could see of the bridge itself was several hundred feet wide.<br/><br/>â€œThere it is,â€ Karr sighed, leaning on one knee over the steep drop-off as he looked admiringly down at what had once been the cityâ€™s crowning accomplishment, â€œthe Barrow Bridge, we used to call it.  Course, we donâ€™t call it much of anything anymore.  Itâ€™s the longestâ€”and widest, for that matterâ€”cantilever bridge ever built.â€  He glanced over at Lillith, almost hesitant to tell her how long their journey would be that day.  â€œItâ€™s almost thirty miles to the other side,â€ he admitted.  â€œDo you think youâ€™ll beâ€¦ you knowâ€¦   Do you think youâ€™ll be able to make it alright?â€