Mara refuses to pay the price. "There's another way," she says. "There has to be." The voice sighs. "That's what people always say right before the other forty reach land." Months later, from a city on the coast, Mara watches the news: ships going dark, ports going quiet, the sea creeping closer to shore every week. She had the switch in reach and chose hope instead. She's still not sure she was wrong.