“Hey.” A familiar voice. “Terry? Is that you?” Sylvia.
I looked across the creek again. Only shadows were visible. “Sylvia?”
“Oh, Terry. Thank goodness. We thought you were dead.”
“Sylvia, it’s great to hear your voice. Who else is there?”
“Ralph and Naomi.”
“Hi,” said Ralph. “How long you been here?”
“Not long,” I said. “We fell through from the other side, the mossy side.”
“Who’s we?” said Sylvia. “Have you seen Grant?”
“No,” I said. “I thought maybe you had Grant with you.”
“No,” said Sylvia.
“That’s too bad. I also lost Penelope. She was here with me, but she, ah, melted. Into the ground.”
“So you’re alone now,” said Ralph.
“Yeah,” I said.
“You have to be careful about that,” said Ralph. “The melting into the ground part. We lost Fletcher that way.”
“You had Fletcher?” I
