Chapter 22Contrary to his intent, Jules didn’t sleep in. Nor did he sleep well. Which was why he was in the kitchen off the common area stirring a packet of bounce into a glass of water. His face was burning this morning. The storm of ghost pain felt as if electric ants were chewing his face off. It was only a little past 5 a.m., the family wasn’t up, MAR-A still hadn’t moved, and the pod was quiet except for the sounds of equipment and vents running.
Although described by some as “chocolate with a kick,” the bounce dissolved like sugar in the water until there was nothing except the occasional glint of light from the liquid.
He picked up the icily cold glass and watched the tiny sparks of light swirling around inside as if he had dissolved a galaxy into the water.
He’d enjoy it more, e
