In the dead of night, the skyline was a heartbeat frozen in time. We had come to the city with no name on a small boat that barely held us all. We were looking for a very specific person. I argued that “the city with no name” was in fact a name.
His heartbeat was frozen in time. The machines kept him as he was, in stasis. They almost sank the boat. We got Looks when we rolled him into the hotel. Allegedly, one of the floors had gone missing, and that was where we could find her, this surgeon.