"There's supposed to be an underground, some secret group of some kind that helps people get out."
"Get out—where? Out of the country?"
"It's pretty much like this everywhere. But there are supposed to be areas where it isn't. Islands somewhere. Hidden places right here in the country. Supposed to be places in the Kentucky Mountains, and in New Mexico, places like that."
"The Moon," Kane said. "That's a place I know of. I've been there."
Her eyes were bright for a moment. "I know. It must have been wonderful. Why on Earth did you ever leave?"
"I didn't know what it was like here. And—my wife died. I wanted and needed another wife. More than a wife really. Someone who could share that kind of a life with me, someone who would be interested in the work too."
She turned quickly back to the paper.
"You might be able to get out of the hotel," she said. "But you would be too conspicuous."
"Because I would be traveling alone?"
"Yes."