They had called themselves the League of Justice. Ordinary folks who used sparky inventions to foil, imprison, or otherwise stop other sparks. And they caught Sara.
She, and her clank storage trunk, were the only things to come out of the resulting crater.
“I see you rescued yourself,” said Gil.
“I told them not to mess with my luggage. They should have taken me seriously.”
“What were they doing?”
“Changing the course of history, they believed,” Sara looked back. “They finished up changing the course of the river, alas.”
“Making a new lake,” Gil noted.
“I begged them to come into the box with me… they didn’t understand.”
“Some people never do.”