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“That was so delicious.”

“Surely you aren't finished?” Ms. Moore sounded heartbroken.

“Not at all,” said Indigo, patting his stomach. “Just taking a break. And while I do, I think we should probably discuss some things.”

Pathik and Fisher both put their forks down, with a mournful air. Indigo chuckled.

“Boys, no need to stop—we can talk and enjoy this wonderful meal at the same time.”

Ms. Moore smiled at him, looking as happy as Rachel had ever imagined seeing her look.

“I think we need to pack whatever we can and Cross,” said Vivian. She was looking at Daniel, but the image of the bloodstained grate inside the government vehicle kept appearing in her mind.

“I agree,” said Indigo. “I hope,” he said, reaching out to take Ms. Moore's hand, “that we all agree. It may seem frightening to think of Crossing, but it's not safe here.”

Ms. Moore covered his hand with hers. “We will. This time, we will.”

“This is so good,” said Fisher, pointing to his salmon. “Can we take some of whatever spice this is with us?”

Everyone laughed.

“Actually, that's not a bad idea,” said Pathik. “There are all kinds of things we can use to improve life. Just a small thing like that laser saw made a huge difference.”

“I'd be dead if Rachel hadn't had that,” said Daniel. “I'm told I have you to thank for that, Ms. Moore.”

“Call me Elizabeth, please.” Ms. Moore smiled at Daniel. “I think we need to make a list. Medicine, more solarpowered tools, spices. What else can we come up with? We'll get what we can in the morning and leave tomorrow night. We shouldn't waste any more time than that.”

“What about Peter's wife? What about his daughter? We have to at least try to help them.” Rachel wondered how they could help them, even as she asked the questions.

“Oh Rachel.” Vivian looked sorrowful. “Your dad told me about Peter. He really was our friend after all, wasn't he?” She hesitated. “Jolie and Trina were listed as dead in yesterday's streamer news, Rachel.”

“Are you sure?” Rachel knew the answer before Vivian's somber nod confirmed it.

“They listed them as infected with one of the viruses. Nobody thinks twice about that anymore. There's always a new one that the drugs can't kill.”

Every few years there was a new flu, one that killed a few thousand people a day for a few weeks, until the government came up with a drug that stopped it. Rachel had never given the death lists a thought; it was just a part of life. Now she wondered how many of those deaths weren't from viruses.

“All the more reason to get out of here.” Daniel looked angry.

“We'll have to get what we need from Bensen if I don't have it here. Medicines, maybe some of the tools,” said Ms. Moore.

“What about asking Dr. Beller?” Rachel was confused. When they had been readying supplies to pass on to Pathik, Dr. Beller had delivered medicine and other medical items to The Property, in return for a large sum. He had been Ms. Moore's doctor for years; he'd helped her when Malgam was born, and hadn't reported the baby to the authorities or questioned why Ms. Moore didn't want Malgam's genids recorded at the birth.

“Dr. Beller died, Rachel,” said Ms. Moore. “Right after he brought the medical supplies out last time, he had a heart attack, or at least that's what was reported. We'll have to chance the black market in Bensen to get medical supplies now.”

Jonathan had been quiet during the meal, passing dishes and pouring wine, but now he spoke.

“I think I should go alone, and get the things you'll need. I know where some of the backdoor vendors can be found. And there's less chance of someone being suspicious than if a band of strangers ends up in town.”

“You're probably right about that, Jonathan.” Daniel nodded. “That's very generous of you to offer.”

Elizabeth studied Jonathan. “You said the supplies
we
will need. Aren't you coming with us?”

Everyone was silent. Jonathan didn't say anything for a long time. When he did speak, it was more to Daniel than to Elizabeth.

“I figure you might need a contact on this side. You never know. And I'm an old man. It's too late for me to start over.”

“No.” Rachel shook her head. “No, Jonathan. You have to come with us. The EOs will know something happened when Mom and Ms. Moore just disappear. They won't leave you alone. You have to come.” Rachel's hands were both squeezed into fists.

“All I have to say is that I reported for work in the morning and Ms. Moore and your mom were gone. They won't trouble with me. Not much, anyway.” Jonathan reached over and touched Rachel's shoulder. She shook his hand off.

“It
is
a better idea for Jonathan to go alone to Bensen.” Ms. Moore sounded very tired. Or perhaps just very sad. “As for the rest of it, we'll talk more later. For now, our list. And then I suggest we all retire. We'll need our rest.”

 

 

“WHAT'S THE PROBLEM with Jonathan?” Pathik was sitting in the upstairs landing with Rachel. They had to wait in line to get ready for bed, because there were only two bathrooms in the main house, and seven people. Jonathan had gone back to his own home for the night; he would return very early in the morning to get creds and the list of supplies before he headed for Bensen. Ms. Moore was already in bed—she had gone to her room right after dinner. Vivian and Daniel were tidying downstairs and Fisher and Indigo were washing up.

“He's going to come with us. He has to.” Rachel was still upset at the thought that Jonathan might stay behind.

“He used to love Ms. Moore, didn't he?” Pathik spoke so quietly he was almost whispering.

Rachel stared at him. “Did you feel that? Did you feel it with your gift?”

Pathik nodded. “Not that I would have to use my gift. It was plain on his face. He used to love her and she loved Indigo. Right?”

“I think he still loves her,” said Rachel.

Pathik shook his head. “He loves her, but not like that, not anymore.”

“You don't know that for sure.” Rachel knew he did, though.

Pathik ignored her comment. “It must have been hard for him, knowing she loved someone else, when he felt so much for her.”

“I guess.” Rachel frowned. She'd been wondering about Pathik's gift. She'd never asked him exactly how it worked. “When you feel other people's emotions . . . do you know what they're thinking? Like Jonathan, do you hear what he thinks about Ms. Moore?”

Pathik shrugged. “It's not like that. It's more like, well, like colors. Or maybe like temperatures?” He thought. “It's like the emotions people are feeling, emotions that they might not even be aware of themselves, just frame what they say—put it in context. So if someone says ‘I'm telling you the truth' but the emotion they are feeling is fear or anger, they may not really be telling the truth.” He looked frustrated. “That's a bad example. It's much more subtle than that, more involved, but I can't really explain it.”

“So you don't really hear what someone is thinking.”

“No.”

“But you can tell what they are feeling.”

“If I look, yes, I can.”

“And what's the rule on that?” Rachel cast him a sidelong glance. “Does Usage prohibit you from looking without permission?”

Pathik grinned at her. “Yes. But sometimes, I can't help it. There's spillover, and even without trying I can just . . . tell.”

Rachel didn't say anything. She looked at her hands in her lap.

Pathik changed the subject. “How is Jonathan going to get to Bensen tomorrow?”

“He'll probably take his vehicle. He has a truck. Ms. Moore's utility vehicle might hold more stuff, but he never drives it. If anyone was watching, it would look strange for him to take that.” Rachel tilted her head at Pathik. “Why?”

“I want to go to Bensen.” Pathik held up his hand to stop her protest. “I know, I know. But I'll never have a chance to see anything like it again in my life, Rachel. I just want to go look.”

“Jonathan will never take you.”

“He's got to come inside to get the list. I could hide in the truck, couldn't I?”

Rachel shook her head.

“I'll stay hidden, Rachel.” Pathik pleaded.

Rachel shook her head some more. But she thought about the tarp Jonathan always had in the back of his truck.

“He'll find you, the minute he loads anything into the back.”

“By then it will be too late to do anything about it.” A door opened down the hall and Pathik dropped his voice to a whisper. “Please.”

Rachel scowled. “I'll only do it if I come too.”

Pathik shook his head. “It's not safe for you to—” He stopped talking. The look on Rachel's face was fierce. No words were required.

Footsteps sounded in the hall and Fisher came around the corner.

“Washroom is free.” Fisher's face was shiny clean. “I love that soap.”

Rachel and Pathik both laughed at his dreamy expression. Rachel stood.

“I'll go next.” She gave Pathik a pointed look. “See you in the morning.”

CHAPTER 18

I
T WAS A gray, chilly dawn. Rachel and Pathik had snuck out of the house early and hidden in the bushes along the driveway. When Jonathan arrived they watched him enter the house. He left the truck running; he must have planned to dash inside and right back out. Rachel motioned for Pathik to climb in the back. She hopped in herself.

“I really think it's a bad idea for you to come.” Pathik whispered, although nobody could hear them from inside the house.

Rachel just shrugged. “At least the tarp isn't folded—he would notice if it was folded when he went in and unfolded when he came back.” She crawled underneath it. “Come on, we don't have forever here.”

Pathik heaved an exasperated sigh. “Scoot over.” He settled next to her and they both tried to make their bodies as small as possible. “Tuck in your foot.”

“Oh, tuck in your own foot,” said Rachel. “I seriously cannot believe you are making me do this.”

“I just wanted some help sneaking out. I'm not making you come along.”

The front door opened and they heard Jonathan's voice. After a few minutes they heard the truck door open and the truck moved; it dipped a bit as Jonathan climbed in the driver's seat. The truck door closed.

“Hold on,” breathed Rachel. She laughed, as softly as she could, at the look on Pathik's face when they took off. It was hard for her to remember sometimes that he didn't have the same range of experiences she did; he had never ridden in a vehicle. The fastest he had ever gone was as fast as he could run.

They didn't talk during the ride. At one point they hit a particularly large pot hole and Rachel was tossed hard; Pathik caught her around the waist and kept her from hitting the truck's side panel. When she started to settle herself away from him again, he kept his arm around her. The rest of the ride to Bensen was a blur. Pathik's arm around her waist felt so warm, and Rachel found she couldn't turn and look at him. Somehow, even without looking, she knew he was grinning.

Soon enough they slowed; Rachel knew that meant they were coming into town. She leaned over and spoke into Pathik's ear.

“Don't move or make a noise until Jonathan's gone. Once it's totally quiet I'll peek first. Got it?”

Pathik's cheeks flushed as she whispered; when Rachel saw that, she grinned.

They waited, frozen. Jonathan got out of the truck; it rose again without his weight. When they heard the truck door shut she could feel Pathik tense; she put her hand on his arm and shook her head.

After she had heard nothing for a full minute, Rachel found the edge of the tarp and peeked out. She couldn't see anything but the truck bed.

“Wait,” she hissed to Pathik, though he hadn't moved. Then she stretched up higher until she could see past the walls of the bed. They were parked on a side street; that made sense. Jonathan wouldn't have parked on the main street, where everyone could see his truck. Most of the places he had to go probably weren't on the main street anyway; they were selling things illegally.

“Okay.” Rachel uncovered Pathik's head. “There's not that much to see, really. We're on a side street of the town.”

“The buildings are so new. And smooth too.” Pathik looked around as wide-eyed as a child.

“Get down!” Rachel pulled him closer and pulled the tarp over them. A man was coming up the street. They listened to his footsteps on the pavement. When they couldn't hear anything, Rachel peeked again. “Okay.” She uncovered them again.