‘Mum and her crew did. And Jem.’
‘Britta.’ Cal is shaking his head. ‘Tasma will fly through Nattalia’s Hatch to get there. But, seriously, it can’t come back. There’s no Hatch out there for a return.’
I shrug, not wanting to consider it. ‘There must be a way. Tasma wouldn’t suggest this if it didn’t know a way back. Just because we don’t know of it…’
‘You think this Tasma can wink a ship back?’
‘It could know of a portal or a wormhole or something. Its knowledge surpasses ours. We don’t have to understand how it’s going to bring them back. Just that it promised it would.’
‘It promised. And it wants your help in return… to do what?’
I don’t answer. I don’t know.
‘So, now what? We just wait out here, hoping to be found? No one knows we’re here. No one. This is unknown chartered territ
