Chapter ThirteenMAKEY HELD THE SHUTTER open just a crack. It was wide enough for him to see out, but no one outside who happened to be looking up would recognize him. He was alone. Jas had gone out to find that weird building he’d seen by the river. Why it was so important, he didn’t know. The spacewoman hadn’t said. Carl was downstairs eating lunch. Makey’s stomach rumbled. He hoped the pilot would bring him up something to eat soon. He was starving. He’d been hungry ever since he’d run away, but he didn’t like to complain.
The pilot had explained that morning that they had to try to smuggle him aboard the shuttle, and what he had to do when he arrived on the ship, so that no one would find him. If he followed their instructions to the letter, Carl had said, he would be able to travel ab
