23. I Can’t Feel That
Mina
Ben didn’t pause nearly as long as I would have expected him to before revving up his chainsaw.
Its vibrations made deep, shimmering ripples in the too-thick air that stung when they broke over me. The Splinter-Haley winced at the first wave of them, but she was still smiling when she leapt out of the way, as lightly as if she were on wires, and landed on the side of one of the pods, standing at perfect ease, parallel to the floor.
Those massive gears gave another crunch, and the pods began another of their grinding shuffles.
Ben silenced the saw and cursed, his voice muffled by that air. He lunged to grab the pod with the real Haley in it, missed it by inches, and locked his arms around the stem of the next one. He reached out for me as it swung away, but I
