Andrew licked his lips, then tried to laugh. “I’m not going to vacate. I’m not taking the exit. See, Benno was asleep. He had powers, but the dude was asleep. So I don’t think if you have powers you poof, not if you’re awake and you’re, you know, ready.”
Diana laughed out loud, a jarring sound.
Caine flinched. Then he said, “That’s an interesting theory, Andrew. We’re going to put it to the test.”
“What’s that mean?”
“We just want to watch,” Drake said.
“Just don’t…you’re not going to plaster me, right? I’m still your guy, Caine, I would never use my powers against you. If I knew it was you, I mean.”
Diana snapped, “You’re letting these freaks starve. I can see why you’d be worried about being plastered.”
“Hey, we’re running out of food,” Andrew whined.
“Drake, shoot the creep,” Diana said.
Drake just laughed.
“I think we’ll do this in the dining hall,” Caine said. “Jack, do you have your gear?”
Jack jumped six inches, startled at being addressed again. “No. No. I-I-I have to go back and get it.”
“Drake, take I-I-I and get the stuff,” Caine said. “Diana, take Andrew’s hand and lead him to the dining hall.”
It was a sound that was almost quaint when the sun was shining. But now, in the dark, the yip-yip-howl sent shivers down their spines.
“It’s just a coyote,” Sam said. “Don’t worry about him.”
They could barely see where they were placing their feet, so they moved slowly, tentatively.
“Maybe we should have camped back in that gulch,” Edilio said.
“As soon as we find a fairly flat place to lay out our sleeping bags, I’m all for stopping,” Sam said.
Hours before, they had come to a deep, steep-sided gulch, impossible to bypass, and almost impossible to climb. Little Pete had gone into a complete meltdown while being hauled bodily up the far side of the gulch, and they had all been terrified he might do something.
“Hawaii,” Quinn began saying, as Little Pete howled. “Hawaii.”
“Why you keep saying Hawaii, man?” Edilio had asked him.
“If he freaks and decides to take us on a Little Pete magical mystery tour, I want it to be Hawaii, not back to Astrid’s house.”
Edilio thought that over for a while. “I’m down with that. Hawaii, L. P., Hawaii.”
But Little Pete had not choked anyone, had not teleported anyone or otherwise violated the original laws of physics.
The barrier was farther and farther off to their left, all but invisible in the light of the rising moon. Sam was still determined to follow it, but no longer with any real hope of finding a gate, just because it was the only way he knew to find his way home. Sooner or later the barrier would curve back around to Perdido Beach.
There was a startlingly loud yip, yip, yip.
“Jeez, that was close,” Edilio said.
Sam nodded. “That direction. Maybe we veer off a little, huh?”
“I thought coyotes were nothing,” Edilio grumbled.
“They are. Normally.”