Asteroid City -

The road out of Asteroid City was long and straight, disappearing into a heat shimmer that made the horizon look like water. Stanley got into the car. Midge waved from the diner doorway. Woodrow started the engine.

The creature extended the cube toward Woodrow. The cube rotated in the air, unfolded like origami, and projected a star chart onto the dust. But the stars were wrong. They were constellations that did not exist, patterns that would only appear in the night sky three billion years from now, when the Milky Way and Andromeda had begun to merge. The creature made a sound—not a voice, but a harmonic vibration, like a cello string plucked with a feather.

He thought about it. The apartment in New York where his wife’s dresses still hung in the closet. The stage door of the Cort Theatre, where his name was still on a faded playbill. The back seat of his son-in-law’s station wagon, with three children who had just watched their father speak to a creature from another world and were already treating it as just another Tuesday. Asteroid City

The first creature materialized beside it with a soft pop of displaced air. It reached out its three-fingered hand. The smaller one took it. They stood together in the crater, two impossible beings under a sky full of stars that were, for the first time all night, exactly where they were supposed to be.

"Which one?"

"So," she said. "What now?"

"It looks like God dropped a contact lens," Stanley said to no one in particular. The road out of Asteroid City was long

Andromeda pointed. At the far end of the crater, where the shadow was thickest, a second glow had appeared. Smaller. More hesitant. It was a juvenile creature, half the size of the first, its skin a paler, more fragile purple. It was trembling. It was alone.

The sun climbed higher. The diner served burnt coffee and cherry pie. The children built a new diorama—not of the moon, not of Mars, but of the crater itself, with two tiny figures made of clay standing at its center, holding hands. Woodrow started the engine

He looked out at the crater. The lizard with the blue tail was back, sunning itself on a rock. "I suppose we go home."

Andromeda, in the back seat, said, "Dad? Do you think they found what they were looking for?"