She points up in the air to draw my
attention to the signal. “It’s changed,” she says as Dylan sits on
the arm of my seat. “Last ten minutes or so, right after we homed
in on the source.” Dylan cocks his head to one side and frowns, as
if he’s trying to make out the meaning beneath the staccato bursts
of code. “Nothing to be alarmed about,” Vallery continues, handing
me a log sheet. On it the new message is printed out—a series of
lengthy coordinates pinpointing a course through the Epsilon
system. “I think it’s sort of like a welcome mat, you know?” Dylan
leans against my shoulder to read the message, and despite the
matter at hand I can’t ignore the warmth of his body against mine.
I love him, have I mentioned that? “They know we’re tracking the
signal so they’re making it easy for us, giving us a road map to
guide us through the stars.”
“That would suggest it’s not a relay,
then,” Dylan murmurs. Stretching an arm across the back of my chair