Chapter 39

Then, Fox’s head lolled to the side. At first, Seven thought he had finally succumbed to the call of sleep, but upon investigation, found Fox’s eyes glazed and unfocused. Dream Dust.

“They got you,” he said grimly.

“You have to take me in, don’t you,” Fox whispered, muscles starting to go limp.

Seven wished suddenly and intensely that he didn’thave to take in Fox, that he could let him go and Fox would escape. But the damage was already done, and nothing Seven could do now would change it.

“We could stay here,” he said into Fox’s ridiculously red hair.

Fox dazedly shook his head. “No.”

When Seven hauled Fox’s limp form into his arms, he almost forgot that, in the Cerebrum, weight didn’t matter. 7: The Sands of Egypt

“And the sleeper wakes. About time, really.”