Or if I have, I don’t remember it.
Last night I had that dream again. It’s the one where I’m in a field of wheat. I’m running my hands through the tall grass and walking towards a farmhouse. There’s someone sitting on the step. It’s a boy.
I think it’s my brother.
Maybe he’s still alive. Maybe he’s waiting for me. Maybe my parents are still alive too. For all I know, there’s a family sitting around a dinner table awaiting my return.
I don’t believe anything Mr Jones said. How can I? Solomon Wolff told us the Bakari are not the only aliens on Earth. There are others. Who knows what their agenda is?
My eyes scan past the ageless rock formations and I see the last stars are fading from the night sky. The horizon is growing lighter by the moment. Now the sun is about to crest the sky. Dawn is only a few minutes away. Soon it will be another day.
There is movement at my side and someone climbs into the seat next to me.
“Pull over for a moment,” she says. “It’s important.”
Who am I to deny a beautiful girl?
Bringing the vehicle over to the edge, we both climb out and look across the desert. It will be hot later and the air will swim with moisture, but for now it is cool and motionless. A quiet, peaceful place. Peaceful is good.
She pulls out a book. It’s the one Doctor Richards handed to me back in the hotel room. The book with all the blank pages. It seems like a million years since I last looked at it. I stare at it stupidly as she hands it to me.
“Open it,” she instructs.
I flip open to a page in the middle. It is as blank as any other. Now Brodie produces the strange device we found buried in the spine of the book.
“That Ferdy’s amazing,” she says. “He spent five minutes playing with this thing and had it all worked out.”
She grips the glass tightly, then suddenly seems to twist it in both directions at once. It clicks and a pale beam of light shines from it.
“How -.” I begin.
“Don’t worry about how,” she advises. “Just look.”
I hold the glass over the page. Where I look through I can see words written on the paper. It’s like some sort of infrared light that makes the writing visible. I can see formula written on the pages. And addresses.
The homes of our family?
“What -.” I begin. “How -.”
I can’t speak and that becomes even more difficult as Brodie grabs the book from me and presses her lips against mine.
“Like I said,” Brodie draws back. “That Ferdy’s a bright kid.”
We kiss again as a gentle breeze tilts at the air. After a while, we return to the van and I start the engine. We’ve all been through so much. We’ve all come such a long way. I need to write all this down. I need to keep a diary. It’s not every teenager that becomes a super hero.
But first things first. My stomach rumbles. We’ll need to eat soon. That’s another crisis we need to sort out. I was able to convince Mr Jones to supply us with some funds, but all that is now gone.
“We need money,” I tell Brodie as we drive through the desert. “We need to get some food.”
“Oh, we’ll be fine.”
She holds up a rose. A perfect rose in every way. I remember seeing Ebony with it the previous day at one of the rest stops. She was saying how lovely it would be to preserve it forever.
Now it is made from gold.
“Money won’t be a problem,” Brodie says.
Laughing, we drive into the dawn.
|Robert Pattinson||as Axel|
|Emma Watson||as Brodie|
|Jamie Bell||as Chad|