Henry looked down at Shep and remembered the photos the general had reluctantly shown him of Suarez as they’d found him, and of the dog covered in the terrorist’s blood. No one had suggested Shep might have become dangerous. It was universally agreed the dog had simply been defending his master.
Shep looked out into the crater and barked.
Grimes would explain the physics of it later, but somehow the ice gave back an answer to Shep’s call — the bark of a dog, far away but with a different voice. Later Henry would listen to Grimes’s theories about “distorted echo” — and of course ignore them. He would always know it had been Sadie saying goodbye.
Around the crater and its small party of visitors, a tenth of the world’s water stood firmly in place, blanketing the sleeping continent.
Cracks formed. The polar ice shifted.
Now it had a hole.