Yeah, what is this, Seven? Ellie whispers. Come on, Morgan Freeman—whats in the box?
Lets just see if hes here, and well take it from there, Marcy suggested. You start, Alex, since you were closest to him.Okay. Um… He took a deep breath, then cautiously said, Luke? Uh, Luke Benfield? Its me, your friend Alex. Um, I wanted to know if you wanted to talk.
They waited a few minutes, and when there was no response, Alex tried again. Even Harper joined in, and eventually Marcy retried the incantation. But no matter what they said, they got no response.All afternoon the three of them tried communing with Luke. The hot sun beat down on them, and Marcy grumbled about the heat a few times, but she stuck with the séance. The stones ended up vibrating twice, but Marcy could never make any contact beyond that.So thats it? Alex asked when Marcy began packing up her stuff. Were giving up?
Sorry, loverboy, Marcy said as the sun began to set. Theres nothing more I can do. Well just have to go back to looking the old-fashioned way.Gemma reached a town about a half hour after leaving Sawyers house, but she drove around in it for a long time before she stopped. She needed to be sure that her head was clear and her hunger was under control.
That was actually what made her finally decide to stop. She figured that eating people food would at least do something about her appetite.
The only thing Gemma knew about what sirens were supposed to eat was what Lexi had told her back in the cabin on Bernies Island. Penn had wanted her to eat Alex, and Lexi had tried to convince her that eating him would be delicious.The window was modern. Hed have had to break the latches or go through the glass. Anna had another option.
Why dont you see if you can get the kids to open the window? he said. Save breaking the glass as a last resort. Ill see you safely inside. Then Ill go down and into the house from the back.He jumped back to the ground and stepped out of immediate view. Annas leap to the window was graceful, and she chinned herself up just as he had. But she kept going until her upper body was clearly visible, and then she knocked on the window.
Excuse me? she said.He had to imagine the first reactions of a group of kids who had locked themselves in a bedroom to hide from … from something. He hoped that the older boy wasnt armed. But the room was decorated for a young girl, not a teenage boy. If the boy had a gun, it was probably in another room.