Chapter 27

Jamison picked up his telescope and winked through it. From her holding unit, Nessa sat up, alert, and for a moment, dared not move.

“The elder race,” Jamison replied to his mother. “The elder race of Akron is not answering. We were a close community before we were scattered. That’s why they must be dead.”

Enya sat on Jamison’s sleeping pod, expressionless.

“Tell me these are imagination games with your inventions from engineering camp,” she uttered.

Jamison--and back at the holding unit, Nessa--panned the room. They focused on the communication equipment, the telescope, the teleport.

Then they turned their attentions to Enya, who still gazed at nothing.

“Mama,” Jamison broke the silence.

“What, J?” Enya managed.