Redhawk Caldera Though persistence of transliminal circumpenetration does not seem to be the case.

Ponyboy didn't quite seem roused by the idea, but she could tell that he was trying. The way everyone tried. Ana wished sometimes that they didn't have to; she wished it would just come naturally. It never did with her.

Still, she had answers for his doubts, and there was relief in that. There's a bridge, Anathema explained, pausing with a few anxious clicks as she pictured it. When the tide is low, you can walk across the sand right to the island. Your feet will get wet, but that's all. Ana wasn't sure if there would be snow, or if the sea itself might have frozen over. Could it even do that?

I know the way, She added. She still remembered; she thought she would always remember, if only for the way her mother had left her behind at the start of that fateful trip inland.