Chapter 127 Gavin

Then we passed through a set of tall, wrought-iron gates and I realized that it was not. Suddenly we had entered a metropolis. Peppered with tall, elegant sky scrapers, as well as little shop-around-the-corner sort of stores. Cars and busses floated several inches above the ground as they zipped along the streets at speeds that made me dizzy. Maybe it was a good thing that Gavin had chosen not to drive.