[A ley line. She pictures her father's old globe, the maps she's seen that show the entire world that she's never gotten to see, crossing over with latitude and longitude lines. Obviously it's not the same, but it's the only image she can conjure up. She listens, most likely absorbing the information with more attention than he's ever seen a teenager give him in his life.]
Could there be one here? [Could it be like the old subways, back when people would spend the electricity required to transport strangers together? They've all slipped into their own little magic subway stations and got pulled along to... elsewhere? Or is it the sort of thing one could feel, if they knew to recognize it?] If there's one by my town, I don't know about it. [Which is maybe a good thing, since it stops other people from utilizing it too. Or is that part of the reason the whole world went crazy?]
no subject
Could there be one here? [Could it be like the old subways, back when people would spend the electricity required to transport strangers together? They've all slipped into their own little magic subway stations and got pulled along to... elsewhere? Or is it the sort of thing one could feel, if they knew to recognize it?] If there's one by my town, I don't know about it. [Which is maybe a good thing, since it stops other people from utilizing it too. Or is that part of the reason the whole world went crazy?]