"Oh, Joel! Then you did get through to the Thinkers!" She threw her arms around his neck. Suddenly she drew back. "But are we safe here?"
Tamis said, "My people are directing the trees. We're safe. So are your father and the other captives."
Priscilla let herself go limp in Joel's arms, nestled her head on his shoulder.
Beneath them the sea of vegetation flooded down the streets, swarmed over the buildings.
"The new Eden," said Joel. He glanced down into Priscilla's upturned face. What he saw there set his pulse racing. He had come a long way, he realized, from the dissatisfied specialist in animal husbandry.
He had come a long way, but it was only the beginning.