Valdon had been quiet during the entire trip and the silence was making Dante uneasy. The Drone always had something to say, usually a critical comment or two. “What’s wrong with you?” Dante asked. “Got something on your mind? Spit it out.” “It’s started. Can’t you feel it?” Dante did sense something, like a change in air pressure just before a fierce thunderstorm. “What is it?” “Tarik’s preliminary testing has started. There’s an opening between dimensions. Anartia has begun to move away.” A wave of darkness reverberated through his bones as if a fissure opened into hell. He only hoped Anartia’s departure wouldn’t cause any harm to Earth. The steering wheel yanked out of his grip as if invisible hands had taken over. The truck jerked to the right, then to the left, vibrating violently. “What’s going on?” Dante tightened his hold, barely keeping the vehicle on the road. Thankfully, there were no cars coming from the other direction because he’d crossed over the center line a couple times.
