Chapter 17
Tom said “I wish you were coming with me.”
“I can’t.” Sammy looked appropriately doleful before brightening “But get me that power pack and you can carry me in your pocket.” An image appeared of the object in question, with the specification code glowing. “This one. Don’t forget. This one!”
“I know!” Tom was irritated: he’d committed the string of letters and numbers to memory half an hour ago. “Can I go now?”
Sammy pulled out a watch of enormous proportions and consulted it. “Another half hour would be good.”
Tom looked at the door, his face red and working. “It’ll be dark soon.” He said. “Dark.”
“Yes. That’s the whole idea. Everyone will be tucked up.”
“But no-one goes out in the dark.” Tom took a deep breath, forcing himself to bring his fears to the surface. “Spides.”
