5
Mom, Dad, Walker, and I all wait in the main room of the Hearth. Computer equipment is stacked on our massive credenza. Mom fiddles with monitors. Dad types into a keyboard. Walker crawls around under the table, connecting up a nest of wires. He’s a ghoul, family friend, and all-around genius when it comes to anything engineering-related. Right now, he’s getting us tapped into information feeds from across the after-realms.
“Anything new from Antrum?” I ask. No one says anything. This is the third time that’s happened. I realize they’re worried and in crisis mode, but it’s getting on my nerves.
Mom steps to Dad’s side. “Is Antrum coming online?”
I huff out a shocked breath. Was I dreaming when I asked that question just now?
One of Dad’s monitors flickers to life, casting odd shadow
