"At this point, your guess is as good as mine," I say, finally making the last few steps over to the walkway that runs beside the building Kira's waiting in. My steps are tentative over the old boards, and I keep a firm hold on a solid loop of vine just in case.

"This is crazy," I say, taking in a sweeping look at the entire village of buildings and walkways perched in the trees. "Relatively speaking," I add with a soft chuff of laughter and a cant of my head Kira's way. "The materials are rotting away, but the methods they were put together were made to last. People lived here, probably a long time, but it's been dozens if not hundreds of years." And what happened to those people we'll probably never find out, if precedent is anything to go by.

"We've got to get out of here, though. See if we can find anything that looks familiar."