One lunchtime, a little over six months after being saved by Rusty, Toby was out on the school field. He’d drifted away from his friends while they tormented Rusty and hadn’t yet felt ready to rejoin them so he was further onto the field than anyone else.
Technically they shouldn’t be on there at all. It was still too muddy. But until a teacher spotted them and called them off they were staying put.
Suddenly a screech tore the sky above them, joined almost immediately by a deep rumbling boom which was more felt than heard. Toby looked up, seeing the usual pattern of traffic nearby but nothing above — nothing was allowed to fly over a school normally. Then he saw that something was over the school, and it was coming down fast. Really fast!
It was a ship. Not a massive one but not
