CHAPTER 24
Michael walked from kitchen to living room to bedroom and back again, then repeated the trip. He wasn’t aware of it. He just couldn’t stay still.
Finally, he stopped in the hallway and tried to communicate to Naïda that they would be going on a ship. He pictured the ocean and a generic image of a cargo ship floating on the water, but it was still hard to get across the idea of something taking place in the future, and he wasn’t sure she understood. She briefly gave the view from his eyes a sunny yellow tint.
They’d developed a few short forms of communication.
“Yes, I’m happy,” he said. “I’m very happy.”
The call from Sakiko Matthews was just what he needed—a chance to make a real break. Discovering the outpost had irrevocably altered his life. To pretend that he could just
