Leapholes

BODS?"

"You'll understand when we get there." Hezekiah went to the closet and draped a heavy black cloak around his shoulders. It was the kind of winter garment that Ryan would have expected to see on a man from the nineteenth century. Then Hezekiah found a long wool coat and gave it to Ryan. "Better wear this," he said. "Nighttime in the North Atlantic isn't exactly Miami Beach."

Ryan still didn't believe that they were actually going anywhere. But he pulled on the coat, just in case. It fit perfectly.

"Are you ready?" said Hezekiah.

Ryan took a deep breath and strapped on his VLE helmet. "Ready."

"Then off we go."