Chapter Nineteen
Michael and I emerged from our hiding place and went to stand next to Lance. Even as I did so, I wondered if this was some kind of trap, if the aliens were still hiding because they didn’t care about Lance — I was the one they wanted.
But even as I paused a foot or so away from Lance and gazed around in bewilderment, I somehow knew that was not the case. This place was deserted.
“What the hell?” Lance looked from side to side angrily, as if the aliens had somehow let him down by not being where they were supposed to be.
Even Michael, the usually imperturbable, frowned, then stared up at the sky. Clouds were beginning to drift into the area, hiding the stars, making the scene around me somehow more indistinct, more surreal.
The icy night air made itself felt then, find
