The newly emerged personality wore blue coveralls and an octagonal cap bearing an infinity symbol, '∞', on its badge.
As if performing a magic trick, she produced a whistle, put it in her mouth, and blew a few sharp notes. Her small white-gloved hand gestured at Deathstroke and the others as she shouted, "Everyone, step back! Stay behind the solid yellow line, don't crowd together, and watch your step as the train enters the station!"
"Where did the yellow li—"
Cyborg was inexplicably hauled to his feet by Deathstroke, still holding the skeleton of his lizard-on-a-stick, and made room beside the campfire.
Before he could finish speaking, he looked down and saw that two long yellow lines had somehow been painted across the thick, damp humus beneath their feet—one dashed, one solid.
Then the terrain began to shift like soft mud.
Beyond the solid line, the ground sank down. It was not merely the area before them; a broad, flat-bottomed trench stretched in from the distance, as though an invisible Dragon had slithered past, all in utter silence.
It was practically a road to heaven, as if it had split the entire world in sight into two halves.
Then two rails and countless sleepers materialized from thin air in an instant, laid out within the trench. Immediately afterward, lights appeared in the distant forest. A long subway train came hurtling toward them with a clattering rumble and stopped steadily before the group.
The woman in the blue cap put away her whistle, flickered, and teleported into the driver's cab. She opened the subway doors as well, waving through the window to signal everyone to board.
She was not one of the troupe's Harlequins, nor could she fold balloons, because that would have been far too crazy.
But she had her