“I can’t do this. I just
can’t pretend he’s safe when I don’t know if he is or not. I can’t
go on doing whatever it is they think I should be doing while I
wait to hear from him, from anyone.”
Horrible visions crowd into my mind,
and I hate to give them words but I can’t stop myself from saying,
“What if he needs me, Alden? What if… God, what if he’s calling for
me and I’m not there? What if—”
“Stop it,” Alden says, his
voice stern. “You don’t know where he is so don’t get all worked up
over it, do you hear me?”
I hear him. “If I could just go to the
Bridge myself.”
At least then I wouldn’t feel so
powerless. Then I’d be there, trying to find him. I’d be that much
closer to him. Maybe…
Suddenly my mind is moving too fast
and I catch my breath—I don’t like where it’s going, but I can’t
help but follow it down.
Maybe I can’t go with the
123rd, but how long would it take them to figure out I’m gone? If