"Look at the sky!"
The women looked; the frosted glass was cracking, breaking, curling aside.
"The blue! The blue sky of old times!"
A terribly bright light burnt down, seared their eyes. The rays warmed their naked backs.
"The sun," they said in awed voices. "The sun has come back to Earth."
The shrouded sky was gone; the sun rode proud and bright in a sea of blue. The ground below churned, cracked, heaved, solidified. They felt the obsidian harden under their feet; its color shifted to glossy black. The Earth, the sun, the galaxy, had departed the region of freedom; the other time with its restrictions and logic was once more with them.
"This is Old Earth," cried Finn. "We are Men of Old Earth! The land is once again ours!"
"And what of the Organisms?"
"If this is the Earth of old, then let the Organisms beware!"
The Organisms stood on a low rise of ground beside a runnel of water that was rapidly becoming a river flowing out onto the plain.