The Genesis of a Plan

I'd like to reach out and comfort Celeste somehow, but the wagon is too wide for me to reach her, so I refrain from the attempt.

Instead I give a slow nod.

"Of course...there is the issue of letting them know about the danger before the rest of us is dead."

She gives an exasperated sigh and a little rueful smile.

"...And then the problem of convincing them it's worth their time. If they believe they will personally be secure from whatever those things are, they might refuse to get themselves involved."

"Not to add to the gloom parade..." Lucas says from where he's driving the wagon.

"But we also have no idea where they are. Even if we can be reasonably sure they exist out there, you said yourself that they're incredibly reclusive. The world is large, we've got no maps to find them with, and even if we knock on their door I'm willing to bet most won't answer."

He has a point.

I grimace and look down at the cover of my book.