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with her eyes still fixed on the road. “All of your questions will be answered soon.”
    Sam decided to take her advice. He didn’t even flinch when they headed right for the stark stone face of a black granite cliff—and through a secret door that opened automatically.
    The Light Runner stopped inside a dark, imposing hangar cut out of solid rock. Quorra led Sam across the hangar and into a sealed chamber. Wall-to-wall windows at the front of the room made it clear that the chamber was perched on top of a mountain peak.
    The room was huge and lit with flickering candles. Sam could see the grid in the distance. It was like looking at a glowing, radiant city through the tall, arched windows of a skyscraper.
    The sole occupant was silhouetted against the grid lights. He sat cross-legged in the center of the massive space, his back to them. The man didn’t stir, even when Sam and Quorra’s steps echoed on the polished floor.
    “Wait here,” Quorra whispered.
    She quietly approached the man. But before she touched his shoulder, he spoke. “Quorra?”
    “Yes?” she replied.
    “I’m guilty.”
    She frowned. “Of what?”
    “I finished all the Jin Hua tea,” the man said. “I’ll brew a fresh pot.”
    “We have a guest,” Quorra said.
    The man stretched out his long legs. His feet were bare. Sam thought he saw a beard under the unruly, gray-streaked hair.
    “There are no guests, Quorra,” the suddenly familiar voice replied. Then the figure rose and faced Sam.
    Kevin Flynn.
    Father and son stood silently, in awe of each other.
    “Sam?” Kevin’s voice broke with emotion. “Long time.”
    “You have no idea,” Sam replied. He gazed at the man before him. He was older now. Bearded and tired. But he was definitely dad.
    Kevin walked forward and touched Sam’s shoulder, as if to reassure himself that his son were real. “You’re here. You’re really here.”
    Sam nodded. “I’m here.”
    “You’re big.” Kevin observed the obvious.
    “Six-one,” Sam replied. “And you’re…old.”
    Kevin laughed. “How did you get here?”
    “Well, Alan Bradley came over,” Sam explained, weirded out by how normal this all seemed. “He got your page. Then I found your secret lab in the arcade.”
    “The pager! Of course,” Kevin said, as if he’d just figured something out.
    “Clu had him on the Light Cycle grid,” Quorra told Flynn. “I intervened.”
    Kevin thanked her with his eyes. Then he crossed to the door. “dinner is soon,” he said. “We’ll continue our talk then…”
    Sam watched his father walk out the door.
    “He’s strange,” Sam said.
    “Flynn never thought he’d see you again,” Quorra explained.
    Same here, Sam thought, but he said nothing.
    His gaze traveled to a Light Cycle parked in the corner of the room. Sleek but retro, the machine was ready to rock.
    “Vintage,” Quorra explained. “Flynn built it many cycles ago for the games. It doesn’t get out much these days, but it’s as fast as anything on the grid.”
    Another corner of the massive room had been turned into a library. A table in the center of the space was occupied by an inlaid chessboard with carved stone figures.
    But there were differences from the game Sam knew. He didn’t recognize all the pieces, and the board had squares of three colors.
    “Looks easy,” Sam joked.
    “Like chess, but much more complicated,” Quorra said. “We’re nine years into this game.”
    Sam gestured to the books.
    “Flynn shared them with me,” Quorra said. “I’ve read them all.”
    Sam scanned the titles. “Light reading. Tolstoy. Chaucer. Trungpa.” He froze on a title. “Journey Without Goal? Must have a killer ending.”
    “Flynn is teaching me the art of the selfless,” Quorra explained. “How to remove yourself from the equation.”
    Quorra leaned close to Sam. “Between you and me, Jules Verne is my favorite,” she whispered. “do you know Jules Verne, Sam Flynn?”
    “Sure,” Sam