"Chloroform. It won't last long. "
I turned quickly and poured the warm water over Jamie, soaking his clothes and the mattress. He didn't stir. Perhaps that would keep him cool until Doc woke up.
"Follow me. "
I was on his heels. We moved silently, almost touching, almost running but not quite. Jared hugged the walls, and I did the same.
He stopped when we reached the light of the moon-bright garden room. It was deserted and still.
I could see Jared clearly for the first time. He had the gun slung behind his back and a knife sheathed at his waist. He held out his hands, and there was a length of dark fabric in them. I understood at once.
The whispered words raced out of my mouth. "Yes, blindfold me. "
He nodded, and I closed my eyes while he tied the cloth over them. I would keep them closed anyway.
The knot was quick and tight. When he was done, I spun myself in a fast circle-once, twice. . .
His hands stopped me. "That's okay," he said. And then he gripped me harder and lifted me off the ground. I gasped in surprise as he threw me against his shoulder. I folded there, my head and chest hanging over his back, beside the gun. His arms held my legs against his chest, and he was already moving. I bounced as he jogged, my face brushing against his shirt with each stride.
I had no sense of which way we were going; I didn't try to guess or think or feel. I concentrated only on the bouncing of his gait, counting steps. Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three. . .
I could feel him lean as the path took him down and then up. I tried not to think about it.
Four hundred twelve, four hundred thirteen, four hundred fourteen. . .
I knew when we were out. I smelled the dry, clean breeze of the desert. The air was hot, though it had to be close to midnight.
He pulled me down and set me on my feet.
"The ground is flat. Do you think you can run blindfolded?"
"Yes. "
He grabbed my elbow tightly in his hand and took off, setting a rigorous pace. It wasn't easy. He caught me time and time again before I could fall. I started to get used to it after a while, and I kept my balance better over the tiny pits and rises. We ran until we were both gasping.
"If. . . we can get. . . to the jeep. . . we'll be in. . . the clear. "
The jeep? I felt a strange wave of nostalgia. Mel hadn't seen the jeep since the first leg of that disastrous trip to Chicago, hadn't known it had survived.
"If we. . . can't?" I asked.
"They catch us. . . they'll kill you. Ian's. . . right about. . . that part. "
I tried to run faster. Not to save my life, but because I was the only one who could save Jamie's. I stumbled again.
"Going to. . . take off the blindfold. You'll be. . . faster. "
"You sure?"
"Don't. . . look around. 'Kay?"
"Promise. "
He yanked at the knots behind my head. As the fabric fell away from my eyes, I focused them only on the ground at my feet.
It made a world of difference. The moonlight was bright, and the sand was very smooth and pale. Jared dropped his arm and broke into a faster stride. I kept up easily now. Distance running was familiar to my body. I settled into my preferred stride. Just over a six-minute mile, I'd guess. I couldn't keep up that pace forever, but I'd run myself into the ground trying.
"You hear. . . anything?" he asked.
I listened. Just two sets of running feet on the sand.
"No. "
He grunted in approval.
I guessed this was the reason he'd stolen the gun. They couldn't stop us from a distance without it.
It took about an hour more. I was slowing then, and so was he. My mouth burned for water.
I'd never looked up from the ground, so it startled me when he put his hand over my eyes. I faltered, and he pulled us to a walk.
"We're okay now. Just ahead. . . "
He left his hand over my eyes and tugged me forward. I heard our footsteps echo off something. The desert wasn't as flat here.
"Get in. "
His hand disappeared.
It was nearly as dark as it was with him covering my eyes. Another cave. Not a deep one. If I turned around, I would be able to see out of it. I didn't turn.
The jeep faced into the darkness. It looked just the same as I remembered it, this vehicle I had never seen. I swung myself over the door into the seat.
Jared was in his seat already. He leaned over and tied the blindfold over my eyes again. I held still to make it easier.
The noise of the engine scared me. It seemed too dangerous. There were so many people who shouldn't find us now.
We moved in reverse briefly, and then the wind was blasting my face. There was a funny sound behind the jeep, something that didn't fit Melanie's memories.
"We're going to Tucson," he told me. "We never raid there-it's too close. But we don't have time for anything else. I know where a small hospital is, not too deep i
nto town. "
"Not Saint Mary's?"
He heard the alarm in my voice. "No, why?"
"I know someone there. "
He was quiet for a minute. "Will you be recognized?"
"No. No one will know my face. We don't have. . . wanted people. Not like you did. "
"Okay. "
But he had me thinking now, thinking about my appearance. Before I could voice my concerns, he took my hand and folded it around something very small.
"Keep that close to you. "
"What is it?"
"If they guess that you're. . . with us, if they're going to. . . put someone else in Mel's body, you put that in your mouth and bite down on it hard. "
"Poison?"
"Yes. "
I thought about that for a moment. And then I laughed; I couldn't help it. My nerves were frayed with worry.
"It's not a joke, Wanda," he said angrily. "If you can't do it, then I have to take you back. "
"No, no, I can. " I tried to get a hold of myself. "I know I can. That's why I'm laughing. "
His voice was harsh. "I don't get the joke. "
"Don't you see? For millions of my own kind, I've never been able to do that. Not for my own. . . children. I was always too afraid to die that final time. But I can do it for one alien child. " I laughed again. "It doesn't make any sense. Don't worry, though. I can die to protect Jamie. "
"I'm trusting you to do just that. "
It was silent for a moment, and then I remembered what I looked like.
"Jared, I don't look right. For walking into a hospital. "
"We've got better clothes stashed with the. . . less-conspicuous vehicles. That's where we're headed now. About five more minutes. "
That wasn't what I meant, but he was right. These clothes would never do. I waited to talk to him about the rest. I needed to look at myself first.
The jeep stopped, and he pulled off the blindfold.
"You don't have to keep your eyes down," he told me when my head ducked automatically. "There's nothing here to give us away. Just in case this place was ever discovered. "
It wasn't a cave. It was a rock slide. A few of the bigger boulders had been carefully excavated, leaving clever dark spaces under them that no one would suspect of housing anything but dirt and smaller rocks.
The jeep was already lodged in a tight space. I was so close to the rock, I had to climb over the back of the jeep to get out. There was something odd attached to the bumper-chains and two very dirty tarps, all ragged and torn.
"Here," Jared said, and led the way to a shadowy crevice just a little shorter than he was. He brushed aside a dusty, dirt-colored tarp and rifled through a pile hiding behind it. He pulled out a T-shirt, soft and clean, with tags still attached. He ripped those off and threw the shirt to me. Then he dug until he found a pair of khaki pants. He checked the size, then flipped them to me, too.
"Put them on. "
I hesitated for a moment while he waited, wondering what my problem was. I flushed and then turned my back to him. I yanked my ragged shirt over my head and replaced it as quickly as my fumbling fingers could manage.
I heard him clear his throat. "Oh. I'll, uh, get the car. " His footsteps moved away.
I stripped off my tattered cutoff sweats and pulled the crisp new pants into place. My shoes were in bad shape, but they weren't that noticeable. Besides, comfortable shoes weren't always easy to come by. I could pretend I had an attachment to this pair.
Another engine came to life, quieter than the jeep's. I turned to see a modest, unremarkable sedan pull out of a deep shadow under a boulder. Jared got out and chained the tattered tarps from the jeep to this car's rear bumper. Then he drove it to where I stood, and as I saw the heavy tarps wipe the tire tracks from the dirt, I comprehended their purpose.
Jared leaned across the seat to open the passenger door. There was a backpack on the seat. It lay flat, empty. I nodded to myself. Yes, this I needed.
"Let's go. "
"Hold on," I said.
I crouched to look at myself in the side mirror.
Not good. I flipped my chin-length hair over my cheek, but it wasn't enough. I touched my cheek and bit my lip.
"Jared. I can't go in with my face like this. " I pointed to the long, jagged scar across my skin.
"What?" he demanded.
"No soul would have a scar like this. They would have had it treated. They'll wonder where I've been. They'll ask questions. "
His eyes widened and then narrowed. "Maybe you should have thought of this before I snuck you out. If we go back now, they'll think it was a ploy for you to learn the way out. "
"We're not going back without medicine for Jamie. " My voice was harder than his.
His got harder to match it. "What do you propose we do, then, Wanda?"
"I'll need a rock. " I sighed. "You're going to have to hit me. "