Bugs sizzled in the blue lantern hanging from a pole near the flying saucer's door. An especially big bug—a fat moth, maybe—crackled and burned for an extra-long time.
Dunne stopped and stood in the blue light's glow, waiting for his teammates to leave the snack bar and join him...but they didn't come. There was movement and talk from inside the saucer, but the door didn't open.
Now that Dunne was in a hurry for once, Quincy was dragging his feet. Now that Dunne was in half a good mood, Quincy was troubled and grim. Naturally.
But it was a long way from Mississippi to New Justice, New Mexico. As nonconfrontational as Dunne was, he wouldn't wait forever to reenter the saucer and nudge Quincy and Hannahlee to get moving.
It was about time he stood up for himself with those two. So
