“The answer might be waiting for you right here, all around us,” Melissa said. “But this eclipse is ending soon.”
Dess took a slow breath, realizing that she had the choice of facing the mindcaster’s touch or of going along with Rex’s dire calculations. She could either open her mind now or watch the slaughter.
It wasn’t fair, having to save thousands of people. Not fair at all.
“Make it quick,” she said through gritted teeth, and held out her hand.
Melissa closed her eyes.
At the first contact of their fingers something massive and dark came into Dess. Images swept through her, a wire frame of the earth, red fire spreading along its lines of longitude and latitude. She saw the days between now and Samhain midnight, a steady beat of eclipses until the blue time shattered, the rip streaking across the earth for thousands of miles. She saw how long it would last, twenty-five hours of frozen time—humans within struggling to survive while everyone outside stood frozen and unaware.
Then she saw the rip’s true shape… and the beginnings of a solution.
Dess pulled her hand away from Melissa’s touch, realizing that she was hearing a sound in the distance. It was a soft spattering noise, like a light rain on a steel roof.
She turned away without a word and walked down the tracks to where the Cadillac had roared up onto the embankment. At the glowing-red edge of the rip, a dark curtain of something was falling lightly through the air.
Dess held out an open palm….
Dust gradually collected on her skin. Then a hard ping came from the metal rail next to her—the fallen piece of gravel skittered across the tracks.
She stepped back a few yards and looked up, her eyes making out a smudge against the dark moon. Like the arrested bottle rocket, the dirt and gravel churned up by the huge pink car still hung overhead, suspended in frozen time. But carved into the dust cloud was a long, oval shape….
Dess nodded; suddenly it all made perfect sense. The Cadillac’s tires had put a lot of debris into the air just as the eclipse had arrived, flash-freezing it up there until normal time started again. But the dust inside the rip had swirled down to the ground, falling in regular gravity. So now Dess could see the whole thing in three dimensions. Its blimplike shape had been cut into the cloud, like a long, oval space carved into a mountain.
But why was the dust still raining down?
Dess walked back to the edge, put her palm out again, and found that now the dirt was falling a bit farther along the tracks.
Of course… The rip was growing, tearing the blue time in half. And as its edges traveled outward, more of the suspended dust fell to earth.
Dess looked up, her heart beating harder. She was actually watching the rip expand. She peered into the vague blur of suspended dust, trying to see its exact dimensions and cursing the dim blue light. If Rex was going to perform dramatic experiments, why hadn’t he released a cloud of Ping-Pong balls right before the eclipse so they could see what was really going on? Then Dess could calculate how fast the tear in the blue time was spreading and in exactly what direction.
She scrambled down the embankment to the longer edge of the rip and put out her hand. Hardly any dust was falling here.
“Dess?” Rex called.
“Hang on.” She climbed back up to the tracks. Yes, the rip was spreading much faster at the oval’s narrow end.
She ran by the four of them, all the way past the Cadillac to the other end of the rip. Glancing up, she got an eyeful of dirt. The dust fall was harder here too. But why would it follow the direction of the railroad tracks?
She closed her eyes, letting the knowledge that Melissa had given her take shape.
“Of course,” she said aloud.
“Of course what?” Rex called.
Dess waved him silent. She could see it now—so obvious that she wanted to thump herself on the head for not realizing it before. Until now she had imagined the rip expanding like the universe—a great big bubble, a sphere. But what if it were long and narrow instead?
The rip was heading in two directions, stretching along a single axis, just like a real tear in a piece of fabric. But what was at either end?
Dess visualized the map of the county she carried in her head and instantly knew exactly what was going on and why this godforsaken spot lay right in the middle of the rip. Jenks was halfway to nowhere, precisely poised between the center of town and the deepest desert.
The blue time was opening up long and straight, like some sort of darkling highway, a conduit between predators and prey. It was reaching west out into the mountains, where the oldest minds lived, the ones who hadn’t had a decent meal in thousands of years. And at the same moment the rip was traveling east, directly toward the populated center of downtown Bixby.
“Dess?” Rex said, frustration creeping into his voice.
She still didn’t answer. If he wanted to get all scary, let him.
Her eyes closed, Dess let her mind follow the direction of the tracks, recalling the images of wire frame globes that Melissa had given her.
What if the rip just kept growing year after year, shooting across the country like a lit fuse every Halloween?
It was tearing along Bixby’s ill-fated latitude: 36 degrees. That line led east through Broken Arrow, which was why the Grayfoots were evacuating. Then it whipped through a lot of small and medium towns after that… until eventually reaching Nashville, which sat at exactly 36.10 degrees. From there, it would go on to swallow Charlotte, North Carolina, at 35.14. Westward, the rip would cruise straight through downtown Las Vegas, which was centered at exactly 36.11. And it would pass a hundred miles north of Grandpa Grayfoot’s new digs in LA.
“Dess?” Rex called. “What is it?”
“We might be able to save more people than you think, Rex. Or at least delay the darklings long enough to get Bixby organized.”
He walked over, his violet eyes flashing, a smile on his face. Suddenly Dess knew he’d planned the whole thing to work this way—Dess too tired from getting up so early to resist Melissa touching her.
Well, it had worked.
“How do we do it?” he said.
“We need to build two big bonfires—or better yet, fireworks displays. The one out here will bottle them up for as long as we can.”
“Bottle them up?”
“Yeah. The rip will open up long and narrow, Rex, like a road. It leads right through here, straight from the mountains to downtown. If we stop them in Jenks for a while, make them go around us, we may have time to organize people back in Bixby.”
As Rex’s eyes followed the path of the tracks back toward the mountains, a thoughtful look crossed his face, as if he was accessing the numberless darkling math stored in his mind. “Yeah. You could be right.”
The world shuddered then—the dark moon falling like a rock, the red-tinged blue time fading—and the cold wrapped itself around Dess, driving its way into her bones. She shivered with excitement.
They had a way to stop the darklings… for a while, at least. Maybe they could give the people of Bixby time to understand what was going on and a fighting chance to survive their night in hell. Maybe thousands didn’t have to die.
Above Dess’s head the bottle rocket was suddenly released from frozen time. It shot farther into the sky, where it exploded with a tiny bang.
23
12:00 A.M.
SLUMBER PARTY
Noises came from inside the hardware store, the clattering of falling metal and a million small things spilling.
“Jesus, Flyboy,” Dess yelled in through the window. “It’s good you’re not a real burglar.”
“Never said I was,” he shouted back. Another crash erupted.
Even though it was the blue time, Jessica flinched a little at all the ruckus. It felt like they should at least try to be quiet, given that they were breaking and entering.