The four-hour drive back to Kiso was an opportunity for Ichirō to finally get some much-needed rest. Watching C/1998 M7 for two weeks day and night and anxiously calculating its possible trajectory time after time was exhausting. He was in no mood for discussing the meeting at all. He only wanted to close his eyes for a few hours and clear his head.
Inoue, sitting next to him, was no less weary, but sleep just evaded him. The horrible thought that this thing – whatever it was – would fall on Earth, possibly wiping entire cities off the map, haunted him. His mind constantly conjured pictures of apocalyptic devastation. Where would it fall? His beloved home city, Yokohama? Then he remembered cities he’d visited in his travels, academic or not – Edinburgh, Rome, Paris, Athens, Seoul, Barcelona… Even if it fell into an ocean, the resulting tsunami could wreak havoc upon seaside communities.
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