As soon as she had left the gentle and hospitable couple in the nuclear power station and once more ventured out in the vibrant and restive city of Labyrinth, Sarah became aware the pull of the river like a gelatinous inducement. Perhaps it was that beckoning attraction, acting like a beacon, which prevented her from getting lost. Imaginably without it she would never have found her way back to the Eon Tower again, but might have wandered inexorably astray following the twisting alleys into eternity and become lost like so many before her.
Instead a struggle with something within her was taking place, something which Sarah couldn't understand, it felt like an unborn question, the embryo of a thought. Through the sidestreets she walked, turning left then right, leisurely crossing a wide boulevard lined with trees with crowns of leaves of a peculiar blue hue. Between the trees she glimpsed the glittering greenish water of the river Ergenad and the strange tug within her became eve