“What...”
I began, then paused to gather my wits. “Doing what?”
“Plot
surfing. Story jumping. Cliché riding. Whatever you call it,
following narrative strands in the Weave. You tried to lose me in a
Batman daydream, which is pretty desperate if you ask me.”
“How are
you managing to follow me? It's incredible.”
“Partly
experience, it's something you have to learn when you hide in the
Weave. But mostly quantum resonance,” She smiled again. “When we
shook hands. Technically we're entangled now, so I know where you
go. They developed it way back for agents like us.”
“Like us?”
“You
didn't think you were the first agent to have got lost, did you?”
