There is another universe.
That was the thing that she knew. In school Eliza had shirked physics egregiously in favor of biology, and so she had only the most simplistic understanding of string theory, but she knew that there was a case to be made for parallel universes, scientifically speaking. She didnt know what that case was, and it didnt matter anyway. There was another universe. She didnt have to prove it.
Hell. The proof was right here, dead at her feet. And the proof was in Rome, alive. And
It hit her with hilarity. They should treat it like an alien invasion, Morgan had said, and hed been exactly right, the little pissant. It was an alien invasion. It just happened that the aliens looked like angels and beasts, and came not from outer space but from a parallel universe. With ever-deepening hilarity, she imagined floating this theory to the two doctors beside her Hey, you know what I think? and it was about then that she realized her hilarity was not hilarity at all, but panic.
It wasnt the beasts or the smell or the heat or even her exhaustion, and it wasnt even the idea of another universe. It was the knowing. It was feeling it inside herselfthe truth and depth of it buried within her, like monsters in a pit. Only the monsters were dead and couldnt hurt anyone. The knowing could rip her apart.
Her sanity, anyway.
It happened, in her family. You have the gift, her mother had told her when she was very young and lying on a hospital bed, full of tubes and surrounded by beeping machines. It was the first time her heart had gone haywire and turned into a mass of fibrillating muscle, very nearly killing her. Her mother hadnt held her, not even then. Shed just knelt beside her with her hands folded in prayer, a fervor in her eyesand envy. Always, after that, envy. You will see for us. You will guide us all.
But Eliza wasnt guiding anyone anywhere. The gift was a curse. Shed known it even then. Her family history was potholed with madness, and she had no intention of being the latest in a string of prophets locked away in asylums, ranting about the apocalypse and licking spots on the walls. Shed worked very hard to stifle her gift and be who she wanted to be, and shed succeeded. From teenage runaway to National Science Foundation fellow and soon-to-be doctor? Shed succeeded pretty freaking wildlyin all ways but one. The dream. It came when it wanted, too big to bury, more powerful than she was. More powerful than anything.
But now other things were stirring in her, too, other truths that werent her own, and it terrified her. Several times she swayed. Her light-headedness had become extreme, and she was beginning to suspect that by going sleepless to deny the dream, she had weakened something else within herself. She breathed in and she breathed out, and she told herself she could control her mind as she controlled her muscles.
Eliza, are you certain youre all right? If you need some fresh air, please
No. No, Im fine. She forced a smile and bent back over the sphinx in front of her.
They found they could not satisfy Dr. Amhalis hope. There were no seams to be found, they concluded, and no made by Frankenstein patch sewn conveniently onto the back of the necks, either. There was something, though.
Eliza held one of the sphinxes dead hands in her own gloved one for a long beat, staring at the mark, before speaking. Did you see this?
From Dr. Amhalis silent stance, she guessed that he had, and maybe had been waiting for them to discover it. Dr. Chaudhary blinked at it several times, making the same connection that Eliza had made.
The Girl on the Bridge, he said.
The Girl on the Bridge: the blue-haired beauty whod fought angels in Prague, hands held out before her and inked with indigo eyes. Theyd made the cover of Time magazine, and had since become synonymous with demon . Kids liked to draw them on with ballpoint pen to act wicked. It was the new 666.
Are you beginning to understand what this means? Dr. Amhali asked, very intense. Do you see how the world will interpret it? The angels flew to Rome; its all very nice for Christians, yes? Angels in Rome, warning of beasts and wars, while here, in a Muslim country, we unearth demons . What do you think the response will be?
Eliza saw his point, and felt his fear. The world needed far less provocation than actual flesh-and-blood demons to go crazy. Still, these creatures ignited a wonder in her, and she couldnt bring herself to wish them fake.
In any case, those were concerns for governments and diplomats, police and military, not scientists. Their work was
the bodies in front of themthe physical matter, and that alone. There was much to do: tissue samples to collect and store, along with exhaustive measurements and photographs to take and log as reference for each body. But first, they opted for an overview of the work ahead of them.
Do all the bodies have the marks? Dr. Chaudhary asked Dr. Amhali.
All but one, Dr. Amhali replied, and Eliza wondered about that, but the next creature they sawthe large bulk under the white tarpdid have them, and so did the bodies in the next tent, and the next, so Eliza forgot about it. It was enough to try to process what she was seeingand smellingone body at a time. She was nauseated and overwhelmed, her panic never far offthe sense of things known and buriedand she was prey, too, to a peculiar sadness. Going tent to tent like this, seeing this array of unearthly creatures, it felt like a carnival menagerie where all the exhibits were dead.