“A might risky that was,” she called out, though a huge smile draped her homely face. Before he could respond, she reared back and took a giant leap to the side, sliding down the stone face as he had done until she caught the next compartment over—with a lot more grace and fewer bruises and scratches, no doubt.
“You think we can do this?” Sato asked, climbing up into the inset hole. The chamber still shook around him, but he’d almost gotten used to it, his body adapting to its movements.
“Like ya said,” Mothball responded. “We’ll ruddy fly if we have to.”
Sato scooted close to the boy sitting there, his arms wrapped around his knees, his eyes filled with a hope that almost broke Sato’s heart. The boy wore a dirty shirt and shorts, his hair messed and greasy.
“You okay?” Sato asked. “We’re here to take you away. Save you.”
The boy didn’t answer, but the slightest hint of a smile graced his face.
“This is gonna surprise you, but in a few seconds you’ll be far away from here.” Sato took one of the nanolocator patches out of his pocket and slapped it on the boy’s bare leg.
An instant later, the kid disappeared.
1:45
1:44
1:43
1:42
Tick couldn’t help but stare at the dwindling time as it ticked toward the annihilation of the entire universe. His mind wanted him to waste his brain power wondering how all of time and eternity could be dependent on him solving a stupid riddle. He pushed the question away again and again. Pushed away thoughts of what Jane and the Haunce were doing and whether his efforts would matter anyway.
1:21
1:20
“Stop it, Tick!” he yelled to the empty forest. “Think!”
The answer floated just outside his sphere of concentration. He was almost there.
Every line counts.
Counts.
Nine sentences that made no sense at all or seemed to be related to each other in any way.
Number’s up.
Number.
0:46
0:45
Sweat soaked his forehead, his armpits, his hands. The cold air did nothing to help.
0:40
0:39
Wary the word second.
Second.
Second word.
0:31
0:30
It all came together so instantly, so unexpectedly, that he felt a lump explode in his throat, racking him with a coughing fit. As he hacked the air through his sore throat, he focused on the words of the riddle. His eyes played tricks, making the answer appear as if the letters themselves had magically changed to help him out. He finally quit coughing and couldn’t believe now that he hadn’t seen it all from the very beginning:
Look at the following most carefully, as every line counts:
Be gone in times of death’s long passing.
Henry Atwood sliced his neck.
Hath reeds knocked against thee?
If our fathers knew, then winds, they blew.
The sixth of candles burned my eyes.
Horrors even among us.
Leigh tries to eat a stone.
The canine or the cat, it spat.
Pay attention to the ghoul that weeps.
Your number’s up, and it is missing. Wary the word second. Shout out your answer.
0:10
0:09
The second word of each sentence contained at least part of the numbers he was supposed to look for. To count. And yes, a number was missing.
0:04
0:03
Tick sucked in a quick breath of air then screamed as loudly as possible.
“Five! The answer is five!”
The forest around him sucked away into blackness as once again he exploded into trillions of pieces.
Chapter 57
From Bad to Worse
Sofia followed Rutger into the main Control Room, where Master George was waving his arms like the conductor of the world’s largest symphony. Despite all their troubles crashing down at once, a small snicker escaped Sofia. She quickly coughed to cover it up, but Paul—sitting nearby with worry on his face—noticed and broke a half-smile that looked more like a wince.
“George!” Rutger barked. “Most of the earthquakes have stopped, but it’s too late for that wave. It’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes!”
Their leader shot them a quick glance then returned his gaze to the rapidly blinking screens in front of him. “My heart can barely stand this confounded predicament!”
“What’s the latest with Sato?” Rutger asked as he and Sofia moved closer.
Master George pointed to a series of purple lines that kept appearing then disappearing. Unlike the indicators for Sato and Mothball above them, these had no names attached. “They’re doing it. They’re doing it! We’ve already winked ten children to the Grand Canyon, where Priscilla and Sally have several doctors on hand.”
Rutger let out a sigh that sounded like he’d lost every ounce of hope. “We won’t survive it,” he said in a tight whisper.
“What’s that?” Master George asked, finally giving his full attention to his partner.
“The wave. There’s no way we can survive it. It’s too big. We . . .” Rutger looked at the floor.
“What? Spit it out, man!”
“We have to leave. This location—and us with it—has zero chance of making it through the wave’s power. It’ll rip our cabling technology to shreds, then pick us up and slam us into shore. We have to leave.”
Sofia felt that shrinking sensation in her gut again. She half-expected Master George to argue, to say it would be okay, maybe express disbelief or babble about how life’s unfair. Instead, he accepted the truth and immediately moved to what needed to be done. Sofia was impressed.
“Then we can only hope they reach every child in time—we don’t have things properly set up at the Grand Canyon to wink them in from that location. We’ll wait here, monitoring the situation and managing the nanolocator patches. At least we have a bit of good news—if the earthquakes have stopped, then Atticus and Jane must’ve done their job.”
Sofia’s heart lifted, but then she remembered their own problem. “What about the wave?” she asked, her eyes meeting Paul’s, sharing a look that said so much with no need for words.
Master George puffed his chest out and folded his hands on his belly. “The four of us will wink away the second before it hits. It’s time for us to be very brave.”
Tick found himself back in that outer-space-like void of lights and streaks and glowing, brilliant orbs. He couldn’t feel his body, didn’t understand what or where or anything else. But he knew they’d done it even before the Haunce spoke to them.