As I gathered my few possessions from the dark corner of the room I recalled my first observations of the Bochetz skyline through the dark, cold of night, two hours prior. There were so many lights, flashes and distant explosions decorating the black canvas I simply stared, slack jawed for a long time. Z had been pointing and explaining things but his voice was a distant sound. I remember thinking I could die happy now. I was sure no other human had or would ever bare witness to such a fantastical view. I had trouble believing in any god but I found myself thanking him/her/it for this vision all the same.
“Rock,” emanated a light blue glow from its surface. This dim illumination provided a cloak of reflection over the disc of rocks rotating around it. The edge of the disc disappeared into the Bochetz ground it seemed. A fair amount of tiny explosions appeared just above this as the edge of the disc scraped into the Bochetz atmosphere, releasing dangerous chunks of heated rock into the gravitational field. I remember hearing and feeling the impacts of these stray pieces of the disc. The danger zone was nearing the camp. According to Z it would be here in less than fifty hours.
I continued to watch the sky in awe as the population of cats began to pack the camp and prepare for the thirty hour journey to the other side of the danger zone. There would be forty-seven more hours of night before the sun would slowly begin to rise in the North West. This was the deep freeze Kevin had told me of. The final thirty or so hours of night would bring with it fatal temperatures exceeding the minus one hundred mark. It was cold. It had to be at least minus thirty five at that very moment. The camp intended to leave in ten hours before the cold froze their wills. Huge plumes of grey mist exploded through my lips each and every exhale. My nose felt numb and my toes wouldn’t warm up no matter how much I wiggled them. Despite the weather I stayed and stared at the sky until Z told me it was time to go. As we reentered the Kwam I watched one of the other Kwam’s seemingly fold into itself over and over until it was a flat disc as a crowd of cats watched indifferently. They all wore identical fur coats with tiny hoods over their own fur. I couldn’t help but wonder where such a fitting coat would be obtained and shivered. Their breath wafted into the frigid air as the flattened Kwam awkwardly began to rise from the ground until it hovered. Packing looked pretty easy.
I exited, one hour later, what had been the most unnerving sleeping quarters ever, with one packsack containing three of the watermelon fruits, three bottles of water, my dirty underwear, a pair of fresh socks, a pair of dirty socks, a pack of cigarettes salvaged from the Beast wreckage, a pair of prescription sunglasses, also salvaged from the wreckage and two file folders under my arm. I left two of the folders on the night stand next to the bed. There was something about the left behind folders that rubbed me the wrong way. I would roll as a three piece. I was sure I could find ways to smooth transitions. The songs wouldn’t suffer. Besides, there were more important matters at hand.
I walked through the doorway of the reflective room Kevin and I had had our musical tete a tete, (that seemed to have happened so long ago) and into the dark, curving hallway. I walked up to the floating stick and pressed the big red button. I rocketed forward, into the darkness and towards a very uncertain future.
I snapped awake. I released my clawed hands from around my neck and heaved in deep breaths, spraying sweat and spittle from my lips to my wrists. I broke into a violent coughing fit that eventually led to a few dry heaves and one slightly wet one. I sat up in the bed woozily and wiped a runner of mucus from my chin. My face and hands were sticky with the fruit I had gorged on before my active rest. The rest had been so active I still felt completely drained as though I had slept not at all. I regarded the ceramic bowl, brining with carcasses of the mini watermelons in utter disgust. The dreams and visions slowly began to fall back into a conscious area of my brain. I remembered being a comet, or many comets and crashing into the sister planet of Bochetz. I remembered seeing men in suits, ripped to pieces and hanging from trees. Had this vision been induced by Kevin or the fruit? Kevin’s specific directives from my second dream had me wondering. I sat up and hung my legs over the edge of the bed. The floor was cold on the bottoms of my feet. The end table was littered with three file folders that had not been there the night before. I stared at them a long time. Names had been roughly scribbled on each. I could only make out one at this point. Onun. This was my band. I reached out to take it and hesitated so long my arm began to hurt. I felt that this was my last chance to walk away even though I knew that to be impossible, but this felt like confirmation. If I read these profiles it meant the process was under way. The real ending of this crazy adventure would begin to present itself one moment at a time. I rubbed my hair and regarded the steaming cup of what looked to be coffee sitting on the other side of the folders. I reached out and sipped at it greedily. As I slowly grew more aware my thoughts began to organize. I relaxed. So much had happened before this moment. Was I prepared for the finale? Was I missing something important? Was I misunderstanding anything? I sighed heavily and grabbed the, Onun file folder. It was time to end this before I lost all sense.
A familiar voice in the darkness:
“You will travel to our neighboring planet via fluth shuttle with Church and Z on the fifth moon from this night. You will meet each member of the Kwalee and be ceremonially inducted into our history panels. There will be a dinner and a discussion. You will present a set list of the songs you will perform. Another discussion will occur concerning the set list. You will then be introduced to your band mates. You will have one evening for rehearsal. There will be one more dinner with the Kwalee before you are led to a dressing room that leads to the stage you will be performing from. I will see you from time to time. Sometimes we will be alone and other times I will be with the Kwalee. You will not discuss any part of what we have talked of when in the company of the other members of the Kwalee.”
My eyelids slowly fluttered open. I floated in a clear liquid, arms outstretched. Kevin’s face, ten times its normal size, hovered over me, rippling in the liquids movements. His giant green eyes regarded me with sympathy and assertion. His whiskers stretched out of my field of vision. “Do you understand what I have told you? Have my directives been specific enough?” I nodded.
“Your band mates have been selected based not only on their musical abilities, but also on their companionability with yourself. They all hail from different galaxies. Their profiles will be delivered to your room within the next couple of nights. Read them carefully and know them as they know you. Your joint efforts are paramount in the success of this mission. Our continued existence free of the Men in Suits oppression is based on your success in this mission. Your continued existence also depends on your success. Failure is not an option.
“What is going to happen during our performance?”
“The Men in Suits will be present. They will watch your performance before escorting you back to Bochetz where they plan to publicly execute you on Mount McGill before the remaining population. Of course we have other plans.”
Kevin was silent for a moment. “The members of A.O.K. have precise plans to rectify specific inequities suffered by two generations of my people.”
“Which are?” I asked again, but Kevins face began to disappear. I suddenly felt a panicked tightness in my chest. I couldn’t breathe. I attacked the liquid with flailing limbs in a desperate attempt to reach the surface. I never seemed to get any closer. I could feel my heart pounding in my eyeballs. I could hold my breath no longer. I clawed my sore throat and sucked in the liquid…
I floated through an outer space where time had no meaning. Faces floated by, some familiar, some not so. Voices spun out of the darkness in a trance like jumble of nonsense, like separate physical beings, blowing my hair around and tightening my skin. It was impossible to control my trajectory. Sometimes I spun head over heals. I could see dim stars in the distance all around me twirling and stretching with my erratic movements. Some of them would seem to get close enough to touch before flickering out of existence, replaced by the never ending space. I closed my eyes twice but each time I did it was as if my eye lids were completely transparent. I tried to speak but my words were gobbled up by the nothing and the everything around me. There was no way to be positive but I believed I was gathering speed. Tiny rocks zipped by like worms. There was no temperature discomfort and I found breathing unimportant at times. I could make out a shape unlike any other in the distance. It grew in size as I neared its head on direction. It contained an inner glow that gradually intensified as it approached. Moments later I recognized it as a flaming rock with some kind of blue, sparkling illumination bubbling out from its interior, leaving streaks of blue and green throughout its tail. My heart beat began to pound in my temples and I could feel adrenaline invade my blood stream. I watched in growing alarm as the fire rock expanded in my vision. I tried once again to close my eyes but now it seemed to magnify everything. I held my hands in front of my eyes as the temperature around me grew uncomfortably hot. Nausea crept into the back of my throat. Then I was suddenly travelling at great speed in the opposite direction I had been, wrapped in the blue and green fire of the comet. I could now control my movements but they were languid and irritating as though I were under water. I turned and swam my way to the rear of the rock and touched its surprisingly cool surface. My hands were immediately encompassed by the leaking blue fluid. I panicked and tried to pull my hands free but the blue fluid began to suck me into the rock. I was up to my elbows when I screamed. I tried to use my legs as leverage but they too became trapped in the quick sand like fluid. Then I was the rock. I travelled through the darkness with great speed and violent purpose. Stars became long. Ahead I could see another rock floating in the distance. This one was not moving and it was much much larger. I turned slightly and this new view provided me with a familiarity. On the other end of the rock I hurled towards grew another rock with a disc encircling it. They were so close together they seemed to be one from this angle. Moments later I was inside the disc of the other planet and I was not only one fire rock hurling through space, but many. I entered the atmosphere of this planet, an army of vicious, flaming rock. In the distance I could see a small gathering of tall buildings. I knew that was where I wanted to be. The entire surface of the planet seemed to be in flames. Dismembered figures hung from trees and decorated the ground in bloody, grotesque humps. I screamed once more just before I impacted the planets flaming surface…
“I think I have a pretty fair idea of what Okmar plans to do with me,” I mumbled, following a very lengthy silence. Kevin silently stared. Another lengthy silence ensued. I finally licked my lips and carried on. “I guess he must have got over anxious right? He saw me floating by and just couldn't hold his wad? He told me he wanted to hold a public execution here.” Kevin looked away. “You knew this?” Kevin slowly turned his eyes back to mine. But he did not say anything.
The music slowly began to fade. My mind raced with questions. I needed some holes to be filled here. I deserved that much. I waited until, The Show Must Go On, faded to a low volume, where it remained, and removed my earmuffs. Kevin continued to wear his.
“Take those off. I don’t care if you’re just using me alright. I don’t care if the probability of me escaping that giant cosmic garbage truck was in the red. But that is my payment for information. If you expect me to lay my life on the line, over and over I have to know everything you know. Z fed me nothing but bullshit for eight hours today. I had no idea! I was exhausted enough trying to process what HE was saying.”
Kevin pawed the earmuffs off. They fell to the table and clattered. “We have one more day for your questions. Night will be here the next time you step outside. If you thought the sky was amazing during the day, you just wait. I am expected back soon. You look exhausted. I have done you the courtesy of preparing a sleeping quarters for you in the next room.”
“Wait a minute here. You haven’t even explained your big plan to me.”
Kevin turned and leapt from the table and began to stalk towards the door. “Rest well my friend. Your answers are coming. I promise.”
I considered following him out into the dark passageway but he was right. I was bagged. I stood staring that the doorway Kevin exited through for a time as my mind raced. Could I trust Kevin? He’s basically led me to certain death already. How was I able to converse with Kevin telepathically? Has the Bicarbonite done something to me? I did die in a giant pool of it. Or did I? Were these all lies as well? What exactly am I involved in here? Questions questions questions. They poured over and under each other like water. I shook my head and dreamily looked at the doorway at the other end of the room. I wobbled towards it like a zombie. It slid open. Once inside, the walls faded from black to a burnt orange glow and the door slid closed behind me. The shadow of a bed sat in the far corner. There was a fridge on the far wall from the foot of the bed. My stomach rumbled. I went to it on rubbery legs and pulled it open. It was packed with so much color, my fuzzed out brain took an entire minute to grasp what I was looking at. I reached out and grabbed something that looked like a cross between an avocado and a watermelon. I could feel its ripeness when I gently squeezed. A single drop of liquid escaped from within the fruit and ran onto my finger. My mouth began to water. I licked the juice off my finger. My eyes opened wide. I bit into the fruit greedily. I went into a complete frenzy. Juices were squirting everywhere. I must have eaten at least eight pieces of the fruit before I fell backwards onto the bed where I passed into a dead, disturbed sleep.
‘When the Kwalee was formed its sole purpose was to preserve the wellness and longevity of our entire race. A diplomatic approach seemed natural. The selection process was democratic and widely accepted. Thirty of our brightest minds became one mind. Since the Kwalee formation, twelve of those cats have passed on. Nine of the replacements were voted in by the residents of Bochetz. Two of the replacements were selected by the Kwalee. One was chosen by the leader of the Men in Suits. I believe you met him on your journey here. Okmar is his name. Most of us refer to him as, The Eye.
I am Okmar’s selection.
You must understand how immediately vulnerable we all became when telepathy swept us into one big thinking pile. Okmar and his posse of expressionless drones fell on us and attacked us with affection. They rubbed our bellies. They rubbed behind our ears. They became Gods in one day. Cats came from everywhere as your music slowly faded into their heads, growing in volume and quality as they drew closer to the source. The entire landscape filled with cats. The trees were covered with curious tails and kneading claws. I was one of them. We molded like play doh. How were we expected to suspect them of anything villainous? We are not naturally aggressive creatures.
The Men in Suits had a secret agenda all along. What they really are are a race of manipulative thieves and selfish, evil dictators. There had been only one purpose for their sudden appearance on Bochetz. They have used us for seventy-four cat years to cultivate and transport Bicarbonite. They used your music that first day and every day since, to hide their thoughts from us.
It remains extremely rare for any of us to meet the graces of Okmar much less catch a thought from him. The Kwalee was formed for the purpose of easier control. Having us convinced they were loving Gods from the heavens made it quite easy for Bochetz residents to vote in supporters of the movement Okmar implemented. It was easier for them to control thirty of us than seven million, directly. They used us against each other out of convenience. If one of the members became suspicious they were quietly dispatched and replaced with a puppet. It was a very fast process leaving the remaining members more and more fearful than curious.
The Kwalee reside on our neighboring rock for the most part. Few of us are dispatched to Bochetz whenever there is a problem needed solving by Okmar. Most of these problems revolve around lazy Bicarbonite production and worker disorganization. The odd time there is an authority problem or public disagreement. We use operatives and foremen to remove these issues permanently. One of these operatives is Z. There is more blood on his paws than any of us, but he has only done what he had to do in order to preserve the secrecy and protection of the A.O.K, (Athquelistick Obvimum Kwolist) goal. Believe it or not, after all this time, Okmar and his expressionless drones have managed to consistently rally the support of three quarters of our race. A.O.K. is a growing rebel group of free and aware minds. Our objective is blunt. Remove the slavery and oppression of our people.
I am the sole member of both the A.O.K. and the Kwalee. I believed for a long time that Okmar and his others were unaware of this. I no longer believe this. It is my belief that I was chosen as a representative of the Kwalee for the reason of finding you and bringing you here for Okmar’s largely unknown purpose. Seeing as though it was also my intention of finding you and bringing you here for an A.O.K. purpose, which I believe is largely unknown to Okmar, I did. And so here we are.
‘Bicarbonite has not always been an existing member of our ecosystem. As I have told you before, there are very few of us left who can recount the first days of this confusing geological transfusion. It began three days following the first rock shower from our neighboring planet. A vast majority of us were unlucky enough to live in the destruction zone. Only twelve of us out of nineteen thousand survived that first day. The rocks that fell from the sky leveled nearly every structure. Fires raged uncontrollably. I was on the north hill with a couple of friends playing stupid games. We were only two cat years old. That’s like four month in human years. The north hill turned out to be the edge of the safe zone. I watched my entire village burn. Both my parents died. They were curled up in a tree enjoying the shade and each others company when a rock twice the size of your ship left a crater a mile wide where the tree had been. The wind from the impact tossed me like a feather. Blind luck was the only reason I survived. Five thousand died in that single impact. The crater I refer to is where we erected Mount McGill and the platform resides roughly where the tree had been.
The rocks that circulate our neighboring planet contain a molecule that had remained undiscovered for human centuries. The properties were unlike anything imaginable. We named it Barcabo which means deity or god to you.
Frozen inside these rocks for an eternity, it was not until our planets temperature melted and released these molecules into the soil of our planet that their true nature was revealed. They reacted with everything. Not only that but they seemed to operate with purpose and in groups, like a pack of wolves. Our vegetation began to find new ways to protect itself from the elements. Insects began to mate with other insects in order to pollinate new flowers. The winds and rains became considerate and timely. We became telepathic and developed an ability to understand things we probably would never have conceived in our entire being. It was as though the hand of god had come from the sky and touched our planet, relieving stress to all things. Even rocks have been seen rearranging themselves.
It was not for another four months that we discovered that a mineral in our dirt was the protagonist for the Barcarbo’s eager rearranging of all things. The mineral is called Bicilite. It is what seems to shine in the light of our star, like jewels. It was almost as if the Barcarbo began to reproduce with the Bicilite. Small puddles began to form in random areas and slowly expanded throughout the months and years. The solution did not evaporate. It did not seem to get dirty and never seemed to soak into the dirt. We named it Bicarbonite.
It did not take long for us to become complacent and to take it for granted. Our nativity became ripe for the picking. No one foresaw the Men in Suits. We had been largely shielded from any knowing of any other existence of life anywhere else in the universe. Even though the Bicarbonite allowed us to suddenly begin using mathematics, electricity, neonauticals and star power with a growing knowledge and understanding, life on other planets remained a curious fantasy until the Suits came. That was when our true nativity was uncovered. There was no defense. We became slaves before anyone could understand what was happening.
The very molecule we considered a blessing and a new found path to god became our undoing.’
There was a lantern on a table in the center of the room. The walls reflected the single source of light at least thirty times over, from different directions, providing the bright intensity I witnessed from the other side of the door. There were tiny holes in the ice like surface from floor to ceiling. A gentle mist curled around my shins.
Kevin leap onto the smooth reflective surface of the table and asked me to sit down. On the table, before the chair I was directed to, sat a large set of earmuffs.
“You’re going to want to put those on,” Kevin said as I sat. I looked up just in time to see Kevin place a miniature set of muffs over his ears. The light in the lantern dimmed suddenly. Kevin’s eyes glinted green. Without warning, the opening drum beat of Cruel and Usual began, so loud the floor vibrated. I could feel each pound of the kick drum in my chest. I adjusted the muffs just as the rest of the instruments joined the song. I watched, fascinated as a small accumulation of dirt began to bounce around the table top.
“Can you hear me?” a voice asked. I turned to my left in a shocked manner but there was no one there. Quickly realizing that it had been Kevin’s voice I heard I ignored my initial impulse of looking to my right. The voice had come from within my head. A déjà vu feeling swept through me.
‘The Panel,’ I thought and Kevin slowly nodded his head encouragingly. A dawning crept over my face. Vague, broken memories sifted through my head. The Beast, the Mexicans, Revelstoke, Men in Suits, Tomas, Steven, giant cosmic garbage truck, low charge, Bicarbonite.
Halfway through, Cruel and Usual Kevin began to speak again, filling in the holes my shattered memory could not repair. When he reached the point of my recent past where I crashed on Bochetz and died of my injuries, Between Our Smiles had begun. We had nearly listened to the entirety of my whole first album, Picture Show for Dummies.
‘What do you mean I died?’ I thought questioned with a furrowed brow.
‘No one would have survived your crash. The Beast hit the bank of a Bicarbonite pool and blew into pieces. Panel readings indicated that you had already passed into unconsciousness due to blood loss. Something had punctured the hull of the Beast and severed a major artery in your leg. We figure it had been the remaining portion of a stray chunk of rock the atmosphere had all but burned away. Seconds before impact the Panel activated your ejection seat. Your parachute did not open however. You soared through the air, belted into your seat, and landed near the center of the Bicarbonite pool. It took us nearly an hour to extract you from the pool. It was a very quiet and sad procedure. We knew we were pulling a dead body from the pool.’
We had reached the end of Picture Show for Dummies. The familiar drone opening the song, It Could Always Be Worse faded into audible existence.
‘We placed you in cold storage. Almost two days had passed. The doctor responsible for you informed me that your vitals had suddenly spiked and then leveled off. Your broken bones, there were many, had mended. Even though you lay on a slab in a frozen room, dead for two days, your heart began to beat. You can imagine our shock and disbelief. Forty two days later you awoke from a coma with no visible or detectable ailment other than slight memory loss. The Bicarbonite, it seems, saved your life. We continue to try and understand how.’
I sat in stunned silence. Kevin continued.
‘Other, more spiritual felines began to ask another question. The How’s turned to Why’s. Why had the Bicarbonite revived you? I believe I know the answer to this question.’
When we returned to the bee hive structures my eyes were burning from the sweat that continued to fall into them. My hair was a soaked, greasy mess. I had emptied five bottles of water in the last two hours of travel. I couldn’t imagine how Z felt after walking the entire nine hour journey in a fur coat. At times his tongue had hung dripping as he panted like a dog. I asked him if he would like to rest each time but he would only shake his head and continue on. Church slept most of the time in my lap as I pet him.
Entering the shade of the hallway was instant relief. I learned that we were at the end of the second work day and that they would be inside the Kwam (Bee Hive Structures), for the next thirty-seven hours until night became full. I also learned that Kevin would be joining this Kwam group for the duration. I could not wait to ask the questions I had.
I regarded the floor and walls filled with glowing green eyes and stiff balls of fur with wonder. The work day had come to an end some time during my tour. The crowd parted and created a path for my floating lazy boy. I hovered along, through the massive silence to the elevated slab I had slept on for more than a month. I struggled out of the seat causing a ripping sound as my skin peeled from the leather. I made the four steps to the slab, with great effort and crumple upon it exhausted. The heat it seemed had gotten more of me than I thought.
“Rest,” Z instructed and then leap up on the edge of the slab, followed by Church who immediately headed for a swirl of blankets next to my torso and curled up. Z cleaned his left paw passively. Watching him was hypnotizing. I blinked and he became a blur. I blinked again and he became a kaleidoscope. I half blinked and woke up fourteen hours later…
… to a familiar voice. It was Kevin. He stood on my chest with his striped tail high in the air. I could hear the massive sound of purring cats. It was very dark. The candle had gone out some time ago. The air was cool and moist.
“Come,” Kevin whispered and walked off the edge of the slab. I groaned as I sit up. I could vaguely see Kevin’s sleek shape stalking into the darkness to my left. I glanced around and noticed a few scattered sets of glowing green eyes regarding my actions. I struggled to a standing position. I looked over to the lazy boy but it wasn't there. What was there looked to be a free standing cane-like device. I wobbled through three steps and grasped the cool metal bulb at the top. I noticed that a few hundred more eyes had opened along the walls of the Kwam during my struggle. The purring sound had also decreased significantly. I looked around for Kevin but couldn't see where he went.
“Push the button,” someone whispered, immediately followed by three more repeated whispers. So many eyes were floating in the darkness now. I felt around the shaft of the walking stick and found the protrusion with obvious button contours. I pushed. I instantly rose from the cool dirt floor. I felt no sensation of being lifted at all. I also had no balance issue whatsoever. I hovered over the mostly awake group of cats on the floor and into a doorway on the opposite end of the exit hallway. This was a hallway as well. As I floated along I could make out a soft yellow glow slowly penetrating the darkness. The hallway curved to the left up ahead. I looked down at my bare feet floating four inches above the ground. When I looked back up I had entered the curve. The brightness gradually began to increase along the stone walls like a living thing. The curve was long. I experienced the slightest of butterflies as I tipped left. As I exited the other end of the curve I could see the silhouette of a cat strolling through a doorway and into a brightly lit room. The doorway was so brightly lit I had to look away and then squint my way back. I floated into this light and a door slid closed behind me.
The tour lasted the next four or five hours. The light never changed. It was about forty minutes into the tour when I discovered that this was a result of the super slow rotation of the planet. They count days in terms of hours, not day and night. A stretch of daylight would last up to eighty-five hours, yet this would be counted as three plus days. I considered interjecting here. I was curious about the twenty-four hour clock they followed. It didn’t seem to make a whole lot of sense. I got as far as inhaling air that would become words before reconsidering. Everything was confusing enough without exacerbation. Sometimes the temperature threatened the eighty degree mark by the seventy-second hour. At this point they would enter the temple like structures until the darkness came and cooled off the scorched dirt. They used ice to keep the interior of the structures bearable. Z did not go into too much detail here and I was grateful. As the dirt would scorch it would also freeze come the seventy-second hour of night. At this point the structures used stored solar energy to heat the interior until the sun rose once again. On the tenth day (240 hours), they would deconstruct camp and begin the one day journey to the opposite edge of the meteor danger area and repeat the process. At this point I couldn’t resist.
“Why? Why would you stay here?”
“It is all most of us know. Most are accepting enough of this existence to warrant discipline to those in rebellion from elected officials. Our only source of survival is mined five of the ten days we stay each time.”
“What do you mine?”
Silence greeted this last question. We entered a broad valley that supported a giant platform. The valley was absolutely enormous. The platform in the center looked to be man made and solely from the rock that littered the majority of the planets surface. My first thought was about the amount of effort it would take every cat on the planet to erect such a monument. Z interrupted any verbal intention by saying, “That’s where you’ll be performing twenty-six days from now, providing it is not destroyed by a meteorite shower in our absence. We call it Mt. McGill. It was built specifically for your performance.”
I stared in awe. A runner of sweat poured into my eye and broke my paralysis. I was suddenly parched. Church told me there was a cooler built into the side of the chair that was filled with water. I pet him lovingly and reached down. The water was cold and refreshing. I emptied half the container in four eager swallows.
“Before you ask any more questions allow us to get out from this heat for a time.” The questions on the tip of my tongue died. It was a silent float back to the temple structures and I was thankful. There was enough to process. I couldn’t wait to have a talk with Kevin. If he had have informed me of the conditions here I may have been slightly less excited about assisting. There were too many holes in Z’s explanations. There was something in his eyes that had not gone unnoticed however. Despite the fact I held no telepathic ability I could easily read the strain in his eyes. A warning. A desperate cry.