“Look!” Tarwater said suddenly, sitting forward his face close to the windshield. “We’re headed in the wrong direction. We’re going back where we came from. There’s the fire again. The fire we left.” Ahead of them in the sky was a faint glow, steady and not made from lightning. “That’s the same fire we came from” the boy said in a high voice. “Boy, you must be nuts” the sailsman said “that’s the city we’re coming to, that’s the glow from the city lights.”
