The ship trembled.
Thrown against the wall, Anna grunted as her shoulder collided with the rubbery flesh. She winced and then shook her head. “We need to get out of here.”
Harry, Jack and Claire stood among the dead Overseers, all trying to regain their balance. It came easiest to Jack, who put a hand on Claire’s arm to steady her. “You’ll get no argument from me. Harry, access the SlipGate.”
Eager to comply, Harry stretched his hand out, and the fleshy triangle began to rise out of the floor. Another blast rocked the ship. Anna cursed as she was hit by a sudden wave of vertigo.
Claire pressed her fingers against her temples, shutting her eyes and concentrating. “Wait!” she shouted. “I know why the Overseers brought me here! We can’t go yet!”
“Sweetie, we can’t stay,” Anna protested.
