to follow the strange force wherever it leads
For one thing, the city glows faintly in what seems to be dusk--you
know, the end of day. I mean, it all glows! Not in a green way, of
course: more of a golden brown color, like a horse's mane. That isn't
like Oklahoma, you realize. Nothing there glows like the city. But
despite the strangness of the glowing the city beckons. You approach
unafraid, merely observant. There is so much to
see.
You continue to get smaller and smaller, of course, for the force is
strong and you realize suddenly, against it you are very weak. The
distances inside the can--now, where is that can, now that you are so
small that you cannot even see the inside curve of the metal above
your head--have grown immense. You are in a completely different
world than the one you were in when the tire went flat. You are in a
totally different world.
