They start at the bottom of her driveway, but they’re so simple at first that neither she nor Scott notice them for a few houses.
Kara points at one drawing. “Heh. I used to do these, when I was a kid.”
“Yeah,” says Scott. “I’d get, like, buckets of chalk and go to town.”
The drawings under their feet blossom and multiply as they walk. Stick figures gain depth; there are subtle touches, splashes of colour. Soon, it’s like they’re walking on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
After a long time, Kara looks up and says, “Where are we?”