Clouds and planes crossed the sky like tic-tac-toe in a toddler’s box of baby blue sand. Summer in the foothills. The prairie beside the mountain.
	Every forty five seconds or so Todd would notice that the gap between him and the next person in line was big enough to push Gracie’s wheelchair a couple feet further down the cue. He’d say something like, “Alright, here we go,” or “Ohp, just about lost our spot, Gracie,” or “Huf, okay, let’s get this show on the road.” She’d never say anything back because she always seemed to be sleeping. Sometimes the skin on her slightly overelongated right jawline would vibrate or her left chicken wing would flap or her eyelids would pulse, her pupils somehow gone, her eyeballs rolling another direction in her head. Another gap. Another push. Todd tucked Gracie’s blanket under her thighs. “There you go, Gracie. Nice and warm.”
	The city was plaid with half empty towers. One way roads were snug with oversized diesel trucks with single occupants and four door sedans and maroon SUVs. Parking lots were full, but free. It was a Sunday, but it was a very special Sunday. Today was the beginning of the Great Relocation. The UN had announced it maybe six months or so. The first step. It was happening all over the world. They were going to move everyone around.
	Calgary was barely surviving the fall in global oil price, its only industry, and thousands of people sat at home every day, but not today, learning to paint, watching soaps, recertifying employable skills and finishing up community college diplomas in Business Management. The city was so sad and everybody was drinking and smoking too much pot. They sold tools and bought ground beef. They watched sports.
	How’d they do it though? The line. It was crazy long. It didn’t even look like a line. It was just this mass of people, but if you got close enough, you’d see that each vein of the mass was separated by the next with those yellow ribbons that pulled out like seatbelts from one pole stretched to another. A family took two steps and the rest pulse forward like dominoes. Mom unzipped a backpack and grabbed a few baggies of tuna fish sandwiches with diced pickles and President’s Choice mayonnaise. Did they eat tuna fish where they were going? Was there mayonnaise?
	Gracie’s chapped lips parted maybe half a centimeter and Todd filled the hole with a straw. Orange juice was her favourite but this was just water. She was happy to be so warm and she liked how it felt being tucked in. Todd probably knew that she wasn’t sleeping anymore but it was just so easy to keep looking this way. And what was she going to do. A bit of small talk with Todd? Fuck that. That wasn’t her. She was already the potato and he was already the saint. That was fine though. He didn’t know how else to act when they were out and about. She’d rather cuss and barge and hate but that never worked out very nicely and seeing Todd go red made her tired. He was so nice to her. And how. With so many fuckknobs and greasy little cunts warbling around. How was Todd so nice to her. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he fucked other women.  Maybe he thought she was okay with it. Maybe he felt bad because everybody that got to know her hated her but felt bad for her and maybe he hated her the absolute most and felt the most bad. Maybe he was a little psycho. Maybe she was a fetish. Maybe he liked her tight little vagina that she couldn’t feel. Or maybe Todd loved her but how.
	Everyone was talking. They all faced the same way. They stared at the back of heads and imagined what the faces looked like.
	“You know, I don’t even know why we go to the mountains anymore. The lineups are just too long and it takes so long until you’re actually doing something you know?”
	They were getting closer to where an important looking person was talking to people.
	“But what do you think this is all about? I mean sure. I guess it makes sense but it just seems a little drastic you know?”
	“I’m just excited to see the world.”
	“And the new people!”
	“You just want to meet a man.”
	“Hah, oh shut up Trish. We all can’t have a husband like Terry.”
	The man in the uniform seemed to be splitting people up into different lineups. Maybe they were getting close.
	“Well I guess it makes sense. I mean. People have been coming here from other places for a hundred years. Guess it just makes sense now.”
	“I want to go to France.”
	“You know France just seemed to be a little bit too put together for me. I mean, there I was in my beige adventure pants and Don was wearing a T-shirt that said Canada on it. It was just a little too much I guess. I like Maui.”
	“Yah, I like Maui too.”
	People looked a little upset after talking to him but after a few minutes they just got used to it.
	“When are you going next it?”
	“Oh well I don’t know. Maybe Christmas.”
	“Ooo that’ll be so much fun. What a great time.”
	The man walked up to Todd and ask his name. His blue vest said UN.
	“Mine is Todd. Hers is Gracie. Grace.”
	“Last names.”
	“Mine is Nichols. Hers is Brzezkov.”
	“Thank you, Mr. Nichols. Could you please walk over to that other lineup up by the corner. It says N. That’s your line. If you wouldn’t mind, someone will be by take care of Miss. Brzezkov.”
	“Oh. Sorry, she’s uh disabled. I’d rather stay with her if you don’t mind.”
	“Sir, its just for efficiency here. If you wouldn’t mind. You’ll have her back at the end of the line. A volunteer is here to take care of her. Simpson.”
	“Yes sir.”
	“Please take Ms. Brzezkov to the B line thanks. Careful Simpson. She has special needs.”
	“Yes sir.”
	Gracie pretended to sleep. The blanket was loose and the orderly tucked it in like Todd did. His hands felt black.
	Todd walked to the N line. N is for Nichols. He put his hands in his pockets and then took them out. He checked for his wallet and his keys and his phone. Thank God for his phone. Sometimes he left it in her wheelchair. He started to scroll but started to feel empty when there wasn’t anything there. Just boring stuff. Maybe they’d send him to Egypt. He wanted to see the pyramids.
	“I like how Maui isn’t really that hot.”
	“Yah that’s true. But I like how there’s more sun in Mexico.”
	“I can see that.”
	She seemed okay, he thought. He’ll see her at the end of the line.