Chapter 35

Jamison squirmed near Nessa’s hologram. She gave him a coaxing nod.

“I was 496,” he explained. “That sounds old, but with elder race development and biochemistry it’s not. I’m still a kid. I can’t take care of myself.”

A movie program opened on Nessa’s implant. It played as Jamison retold his past. A blond-haired, gray eyed child watched as the sky swallowed the black ship. It was the white season on Earth, and his teeth chattered while he hugged himself. A woman with puffy lips passed by, chatting on her phone. He opened his translator application. Maybe she could help.

“Yes,” she said. “The name is Kaelyn Jamison...and your new location is near the Children, Youth, & Family Services? Got it. Thank you!”

He closed his eyes.

“That was easy enough,” he said as he powered down his translator app. “I have their language now.”