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Still trembling, Fubuka had a hard time enjoying the view right outside Woodlands Checkpoint, the avant-garde mix of urban greenery and complex edifications, while Ellie was like a little monkey inside a spaceship almost twisting her own neck by spinning it too fast. The trees tidily lined along the shore, the highways all tangled together, the complex structure of the checkpoint itself that felt like a little city… Sammie admitted to never having seen a place so pretty, not even on the Internet. Reality is the strongest dressing of all.
It took thirty minutes to get to Marsiling Station on the North-South Line from the Woodlands Checkpoint on foot. By only the tenth, Fubuka was already fully recovered, by the twentieth she was beside herself, pointing at things like a fangirl.
Once there, they boarded a Southbound train on the North-South Line.
Then, transferred to Jurong East.
Then, they boarded an Eastbound train on the East-West Line towards Pasir Ris
to finally arrive at Queenstown MRT Station,
Dizzy from all the swapping, already losing count of the trains and subways, Sammie was surprised to find herself actually glad of stepping grass. No; it was more than that. What greeted her once outside Queenstown Station was a whole new world, with some luck, one far kinder than the one that killed all of her favorite authors. To Ellie, everything was new anyway, Fubuka wondered how far they were from the US despite the marvelous townscape
and Inno was just very glad she wasn’t deported.
