Chapter 8…A Message from Home
The next morning things looked better, even though nothing had changed. Things always look better after you’ve slept on them. At least that’s how it is with me.
After a breakfast of bacon and the funny-tasting eggs Doc Tom had found, we had a conference but it consisted mostly of our listening to what Doc Tom had to say.
“I’ve plotted the tunnel to a spot about two miles northwest of the beach,” he said. “Of course, that’s based on a twenty-four-hour interval. If they tried earlier, it will be harder to find it, but we’ll have to try. Let’s head out and be ready if things work right for us.”
We made the trip without any mishap and found ourselves on the edge of the desert, with another part of the forest looming off to the west.
And Doc Tom was phenomenal
