"New York." Nadine pushed her food around on her plate. "Manhattan, and the nineteen eighties." She had left New York, but it was the only place that had ever really been 'home'. She'd lived in Free Zone, with Harold, but she didn't like thinking about that. Just thinking of Harold made her skin crawl.

"I was living in Colorado before I came here, though. Of all the places to rebuild society after the world ended, who would have thought it would be Colorado?"