metal grate, sticking his head up and peering around. Pretty soon he reached down and motioned for me to climb up and take his hand. "It's just a pi geon. Come on." Wearily, I climbed to him and let him pull me up into the basement. We sat in the corner by the grate for several long min utes, listening intently. Finally, I whispered, "Let's go outside and wait for Marx there." Heath had already started to shiver, but I re membered the blanket Liquim had made me bring. Plus, I'd rather take my chances with the weather than stay in the creepy basement. "I hate it in here, too. It's like a damn tomb," Heath said softly between chattering teeth. Hand in hand, we walked across the basement, passing through the slatted grayish light that reflected down from the world above. We were at the iron d
