Alastair stood there, apparently lost in thought and staring into space, his arms crossed across his chest. I studied his face carefully. He did not seem happy to be there. I wondered why he had come a day after we had arrived here. If he were to come on the trip at all, why did he not accompany my father and I?
"Alastair," I called.
He turned his neck to look at me, not seeming particularly surprised to see me.
"Oh, hi Eleanor," he said in a polite tone.
I didn't say anything else, expecting him to fill me in about why he was here. It became obvious he was not going to say anything else.
"What are you doing here? No one told me you were coming on this trip. You didn't."
"Oh that. Kane called me to come over so here I am."
I was confused about Alastair's explanation. The guard I ha
