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A moment later the bridge was back, and they both fell backwards, since the wall they’d<br />
been leaning against had disappeared. They stood up and looked around, and there were<br />
no buildings here at all, just seabirds and guano-spattered rocks.<br />
“What do we do if a building appears right where we’re standing?” B said.<br />
“Die, probably,” Marla said. “So let’s move a little closer to the edge of the island,<br />
where that’s less likely, hmm?” They settled down on a relatively unstained stretch of<br />
rock, near the foaming edge of the island, the water slamming against the rocks a dozen<br />
feet below.<br />
The bridge disappeared again, though the island didn’t change noticeably.<br />
“The city is gone,” B said. Marla looked. He was right. There was nothing there but<br />
trees and sand dunes.<br />
“Maybe there are no humans in this world,” Marla said.<br />
“Or else they never found gold and silver in California,” B said.<br />
Marla grunted. “Maybe they all blew themselves up in the ’50s.”<br />
“Great. Now I have to worry about radiation.”<br />
“Could be worse,” Marla said. “There could be giant atomic ants and preying mantises.”<br />
They sat for hours, watching the world change around them. For a while they were on<br />
an Alcatraz still peacefully occupied by American Indian activists, with a bustling<br />
Indian Studies center where the prison had been. They took the opportunity to steal cold<br />
drinks of an unfamiliar brand from a cooler, and drank most of them before the bottles<br />
disappeared from their hands. They walked around the edge of the island, B pointing<br />
out the differences he recognized. Sometimes Treasure Island, deeper in the bay,<br />
disappeared entirely, and B told her that it was man-made—clearly there were some<br />
worlds where it was never made at all. For a while, the remains of a World’s Fair stood<br />
on Treasure Island, complete with a rusting Ferris wheel and faded towers. “They tore<br />
the fairgrounds down during one of the world wars,” B said, “to make the island into a<br />
naval base. Guess they skipped that war here.” Many of the changes were small, just<br />
variations in San Francisco’s skyline. Strange monuments appeared, while familiar<br />
landmarks vanished.<br />
Sometimes it was so foggy they couldn’t see anything at all, and once, for a tense<br />
fifteen minutes, there was a raging naval battle in the bay, with warships flying<br />
unfamiliar colors blasting away at one another with big guns, while San Francisco<br />
burned. The smoke was almost as thick as the fog, and B and Marla sat huddled in the<br />
shelter of a fallen wall, knowing that a look-away spell wouldn’t prevent a shell from<br />
killing them and leaving their corpses in a world they could barely comprehend. That<br />
world passed, replaced by one where the peninsula that held San Francisco was gone<br />
entirely, just water in its place. “Guess the big earthquake hit here,” Marla said. “Glad it<br />
didn’t take out the island.”