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One moment 46 was in her brightly lit room, reading with the UV lamp on, waiting for her turn to run the tunnel. The next she's outside, and it's evening - it wasn't evening before, was it? - and there's no one around.

No one.

No walls.

No engineers.

No scientists.

Nobody to touch.

She hovers on the edge of panic, turning around and around wildly, searching for a direction that has people in it.

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It takes a lot of walking, and on harder surfaces than Sokka is used to. And of course, they have to stop every ten minutes or so, so that he can fling himself eagerly at a vehicle or admire a feat of engineering, or stare wide-eyed at doors and windows made of something that's harder than stone, but transparent.

This world has so much stuff in it!

Yeah, it takes a lot of walking. But they find a green place eventually, although they can't be nearly to the edge of the city yet. It's wild, overgrown and choked with weeds and vines, and there are skeletons of small animals on the leaf litter, and things rustling in the undergrowth -- startling in a world that has been silent since the kraken fell back into the ocean. But the cracked paths go right on into the wild trees, and it looks like it once might have had landscaping.

Whatever else is in there, Sokka has to admit, it looks a lot more comfortable than anywhere else in this strange dead city.

Plus ... meat.

"Do we go on in?" he asks Jack, who seems to know stuff like that, and is also not preoccupied with babies like the other, older Sokka is.