“Here we go again,” the Engineer muttered from the booth as we transitioned from sunset to void-black sky, white sand stretching as far as the eye could see. I forgot she had experienced the Night before. She fell here from the Other world, so it stood to reason.
She and Donovan sat in the booth with the explosive supplies stored safely atop the bed in the nook.
I offhandedly wondered how the teen girl from Lumora was doing. The one with twin braids and dual pickaxes.
“I never notice the effects in here,” I said. “Not when there’s other people with me. We should be fine.”
I glanced through the rearview mirror and caught Donovan sitting anxiously stiff. He’d also had experience here.
Not wanting to waste any time, I tried the radio trick to call Rowan. The Engineer stood from the booth for a closer look.
I remembered Rowan’s arms around me when we said goodbye. How he knew to bound into the bus and hold me tight before I left.