Chapter 3

Might be an old relayer stuck on endless repeat and everyone’s

dead, I just don’t know.” He takes a deep breath, lets it out

slowly, and the rush fills my ears, I can almost feel it warm on my

neck, my cheeks, my skin. “That’s the situation. What do you

think?”

What isthere to think? “The computer

translated the code?” I ask, trying to ignore the steady sound of

his breathing in my ears. “It’s not alien?”

“Morse,” he says wryly. “Four hundred

million miles away from home and there’s Morse code out in them

there stars, babe.”

Babe.I sigh at the term of

endearment and hate myself when I whisper, “Dylan, don’t.”

“Sorry,” he mutters, but I can tell

he’s not, not really. How am I supposed to get over him when he

calls me stuff like that? When he makes it sound like he’s not yet

over me? Then why are we apart again?I wonder. Oh yes,

his mission. He didn’t want me sitting here wasting away, waiting

for him to return. How could I forget?When I don’t answer