SAL AND JUDE PHASED us all into the desert, about a quarter-mile from where we showed up originally.
Rochelle and Jean were all smiles at that way of travel. She looked at him and then at Sal, “I could certainly get used to traveling like that. As much as I love my old beater pickup, the hours it takes to go anywhere still takes just as long on the way back.”
I brought binoculars, while Sal and Jude didn’t need them to see clearly that far away.
There was a shape on the nearby canyon wall, not a human shape, but some ancient Amerindian drawing that was faded and hard to make out.
Jean stepped away from the rest of us. “Time for me to get to work.” He phased into a human-sized shape of water, then evaporated. As we watched, soon a cyclone of water showed up by the canyon wall.
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