“They have been gone awhile,” said Sam. “Maybe we should—”
“It’s no good splitting us up,” I said. “There’s no telling how quickly we might have to leave. Nigel’s got it—everyone just chill.” I looked at Lazaro. “Can you give us a hand with these? They’re going to be heavy.”
“Why the hell are we carting them along, then?” He snatched up one of the boxes with a huff and headed for Gargantua. “Or him, for that matter? Dude is definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic.”
“You going to fix this thing when it—” began Joan, but Lazaro was already up the ramp.
We continued working in silence.
At length Sam said, “Who was he, you think? That kid?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Just a kid. Probably been on his own since the Flashback, who knows?” I heaped some manuals into a box—which created
