I had a dream the other night,” Prospect says. He looks at Lito. “You were in it.”
“I was?” The young man is clearly flattered.
“Yes, you were.”
“What happened. In the dream?”
“We were wandering through the cafeteria of Infinity in the middle of the night. It was dark and scary, so we opened a door and started climbing the stairs. The stairs went on forever but finally we got to the top. We were at a special place high above the city.”
“Cool. Were there time travel machines and Cyborgs and cool shit like that?”
“No Cyborgs. We were on the rooftop of Infinity. We looked out over the sparkling city. It was beautiful. We wanted to be part of it all. And so we did what we thought we had to do: we jumped.”
“Oh man. Dang. Did we splatter on the sidewalk?”
“We didn’t fall. We hovered. And then we flew.”
“We flew? Sweet.”
This is Prospect’s final gift to Lito. A story about the two of them. A story about the future.
