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Suddenly he was on a journey. Jet engines hum softly. He was in a small private rocket speedboat, flying leisurely over the city in the afternoon. "Oh!" He sat up from his seat and scratched his head. Next to him, Il Lesric was staring at him closely, his eyes shining. "Feeling better?" "Where are we?" Jennings shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "Maybe I should ask another question." He could already see that it was no longer late autumn, but spring. Below the speedboat is a lush green field. The last thing he remembered was stepping into an elevator with Lesrick in the fall in New York. "Yeah," Lesrick said, "it's been almost two years. You're going to find a lot of things have changed.
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