"All young Martian brides dress that way," Erick said. He clutched the case tightly as they ran. "I think it looks fine."
"Thank you," Mara said, "but it is cold."
"What do you suppose they'll think?" Jan asked. "They'll assume the City was destroyed, won't they? That's certain."
"Yes," Erick said. "They'll be sure it was blown up. We can count on that. And it will be damn important to us that they think so!"
"The car should be around here, someplace," Mara said, slowing down.
"No. Farther on," Erick said. "Past that little hill over there. In the ravine, by the trees. It's so hard to see where we are."
"Shall I light something?" Jan said.
"No. There may be patrols around who—"
He halted abruptly. Jan and Mara stopped beside him. "What—" Mara began.
A light glimmered. Something stirred in the darkness. There was a sound.