“I’m not afraid, you moron,” Sophie snapped. “I just threw up, is all.”
Sajelle was staring at Sophie strangely.
“Something’s coming!” Jason said.
The nineteen kids moved closer together. Should they run, hide, wait? Nobody knew. They did nothing.
The thing Jason had spotted grew larger, resolved itself into a bus barreling down the highway. A small blue bus. Jon stepped into the road and raised his arm to flag it down. He didn’t have to. The bus skidded to a stop, and Lillie saw that it was old and patched, the metal almost rusted through in places. The door opened and a man and a woman climbed out.
Jon said bravely, “Can you help us? We were… were camping, and we’re lost and we need — ” He stopped dead, staring at the man.
Lillie peered at him. The man didn’t look familiar. But the woman did. She gazed unbelievingly at Lillie. A short, dark woman with a sun-wrinkled face and chopped-off black-gray hair. Old, maybe even in her fifties.
Jon said, choking on the word, “Scott?”
“It’s me,” the man said. He sounded dazed, too.
The woman stepped forward. “You don’t recognize me, Lillie,” she said.
Lillie shook her head.
“It’s Theresa Romero.”
Lillie stared. A black swooping wave passed over her mind, receded. Theresa? “But… but…”
“We didn’t expect you to be this age, either,” the man got out. “I’m Scott Wilkins, people. Don’t you remember me from Andrews Air Force Base?”
It was Jason who got the words out, “But… you’re old!”
“And you’re not,” Scott said. Lillie remembered him as a runty, brash kid always running to keep up with the bigger boys. Now he was tall, a little fat, old.
Rafe blurted, “What year is this?”
Theresa answered, her eyes still on Lillie. “It’s July 8, 2053.”
Again Lillie felt the black faintness brush her, and again she succeeded in pushing it away. 2053. Forty years since she’d left Quantico… not possible…
“Time dilation,” Rafe said. “Oh, wow!”
Julie whimpered. Sam advanced, fists clenched. “If this is some fucking joke—”
“Still the same old Sam,” said the man claiming to be Scott Wilkins. “It’s not a joke, Sam. You people have been gone forty years. Everyone assumed you were dead, or at least weren’t coming back. And Rafe is right, or at least I think he must be right. Your… the pribir must have accelerated into space and then come back, going so fast that time aboard the ship is different. Forty years passed for us, and… whatever time for you.”
Jon said, “Seven and a half months.”
“That we were awake for,” Rafe said. “We don’t know how long we were out. But how… you…”
“They contacted us,” Theresa said. “The old way. They smelled to us, three days ago. Come to this place at this time, pick up the travelers.” She shook her head, as if to clear it. “But they didn’t bother to tell us about ‘time dilation,’ the bastards. Or to tell you, it looks like.”
“No,” Lillie got out. She couldn’t stop staring. Theresa? Theresa fifty-four years old, her voice raspy, her face sagging. Old… “Theresa? My Uncle Keith! Is he…” She couldn’t say it.
Theresa said, “I e-mailed him while Scott was getting the bus going, if you don’t think that was a bitch… Yes, he’s alive. Eighty-seven, but still breathing. He’s in a nursing home in Amarillo.”
“My mom and dad?” Madison demanded, and then everyone was shouting names except Julie, crying hopelessly, and Sam, frozen with fists clenched and no one to hit. Theresa held up her hand.
“No use asking, I didn’t check on anybody else’s family. I only know about Lillie’s uncle because we’ve kept in touch, Lillie and I were friends—” She stopped.
Friends. Girl buddies. But Lillie was fourteen and Theresa was fifty-four. Suddenly Lillie couldn’t take any more. She felt her stomach rising, and, like Sophie, she barely turned away before throwing up beside the road.
When she had finished, Scott Wilkins stood beside her, laying a hand on her stomach. Indignantly she pushed him away.
“It’s all right, Lillie, I’m a doctor.”
A doctor? Runty, tag-along Scott?
He felt her belly, then squatted to lay his head against it. Lillie saw Sajelle watching her with the same strange look Sajelle had given Sophie.
Scott straightened, pulled Sajelle toward him, felt her belly. She submitted, very unlike Sajelle, without protest. Why? Did they all have some awful worm or virus in their stomachs? Were they seriously sick?
Scott said somberly, “The time dilation wasn’t the only thing the pribir didn’t tell you. Lillie and Sajelle are pregnant. I’ll have to examine the rest of you girls, but my hunch is that you all are.”
Madison blurted, “Oh, no. We had birth control.” Then she blushed crimson.
Scott—Dr. Wilkins—said gently, “I don’t think any birth control you were given was meant to work.”
“You!” Madison cried, glaring at Jon. Lillie’s head swam. Mike? Jason? Oh, God, how could she even know which —
“Madison, don’t blame Jon,” Dr. Wilkins said. “I don’t think your baby, if you’re carrying one, is his. Or not completely. The pribir are master geneticists, you know. And they used all of us for whatever their purpose really is. Your baby was probably very carefully engineered in vitro and implanted in you.”
“We bring the right way. That’s our purpose. It permeates everything we do, and it gives our lives meaning… You’re our first assignment!’
“I want an abortion!” Madison cried, and Dr. Wilkins’s face showed something like pain. “We’ll talk about it, Madison. Things are different now.”
“Different how?” Madison demanded, but he didn’t answer.
Pregnant. She, Lillie. Carrying a baby inside her. A genetically engineered baby—
She cried, not knowing what words would come out, “The pribir said they’d be back!”
No one answered her. Silence fell. Even Julie, stunned, had stopped crying. The only sound was the wind, rising violently with the sun, hurling tumbleweeds across the dry ground.
PART III: THERESA
“The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.”
CHAPTER 13
In the old days, Theresa thought, they’d have brought in crisis counselors, child psychologists, what all. But these weren’t the old days. They had only themselves.
“Where will I go?” Lillie had asked, after the initial crying and shouting had subsided a bit. The infernal wind had begun the way it did every morning, hot and violent, and Scott had herded everyone into the shelter of the bus, which was already heating up like the furnace it was.
Theresa and Scott looked at each other. Scott said, “Lillie, all of you, it’s been a long time. Things are… different. Nobody knows you’re back, and probably only your families will care. And they—”
Sajelle said, “We back from an alien spaceship, pregnant, and nobody going to care?”
“I’m afraid not,” Scott said. “Since you left…” He trailed off and Theresa saw that he didn’t know where to begin describing the world they had returned to. How did you compress forty violent years into a few sentences for fourteen-year-olds?
Madison clung to the main point. “Our families… how can we get to them? Will you take us?”
Sam said, without a trace of the obnoxious bluster Theresa remembered, “If our families are still alive.”