Chapter 9

At first I think he hasn’t heard me. Then I

think he’s mad, he’s not going to reply, he’s probably already

halfway to the signal’s origin and anything he says will clue me in

to the fact that he’s not waiting around for anyone, he’s going to

find the lost colony and make a name for himself as the starmapper

who located S410, whatever the hell it is. Maybe they’ll name a

star after him—I know that’s gone through his mind, I know him so

well and that’s probably the first thing he thought of when he

intercepted the signal. “Dylan?” I ask, nervous. “Don’t tell me

you’re—”

“You called me baby,” he

whispers.

That makes me frown. “Did I?” I don’t

remember. Freudian slip,I think. So much for him not

knowing how you feel.“Dylan, don’t do anything without Dixon’s

go ahead, okay?”

“Sure,” he murmurs. “Neal,

I—”

Then the transmission dissolves into thick

static and I listen to it a minute more, two minutes, three, trying