Johnny Hope rubbed the stubble of beard on his face and frowned at Westler. "I'm not sure, but I think I know this place. We should reach the New York River this afternoon."
They stood in a forest glade not a hundred yards from one of the overgrown concrete highways upon which the Robots were known to tread. A path paralleled the highway through the woods, and upon this they made their way.
"Sometimes I wonder if you know what you're letting yourself in for," Westler mused.
"I want to find Diane. I'll take whatever goes with it."
"Do you mind if I ask why?"
"I'm not sure I know myself. All I know is I think of her all the time. Nothing matters as much as finding her—and freeing her."
"We could be wrong. Perhaps she is not with the Robots at all."
"What do you think?"
"I think she is. Everything points to it. I was only pointing out that we're not sure. Johnny, not many years ago I met a man, another Shining One, who had fled from New York. He was old and he didn't last long, but he told me things which—"