Chapter Fifteen
It was beginning to get dark by the time they stepped out of the tent. Macey's stomach was full of that delicious tea. She could feel it gently sway from side to side like a tiny ocean within herself. She'd definitely return here, if simply to get more tea. Luckily, the Staran was a great way to travel, unless they deposited you in the wasteworld. She shuddered at that memory. Next time, she hoped they'd be able to take the direct route.
She made sure that the adlets didn't follow them, then pulled out the book, opening it on the first page.
"We're in Greenland," she whispered. "What do we do now? Where are you?"
A tiny splot of ink appeared in the centre of the page, rapidly forming into words. For once, they were a normal size, not like the shouty bold letters it had
