“That’s Devon!” The vehicle looked as if it had been chewed up in a storm, rolled down a steep hill, and then bombarded by meteors. Behind the smeared windshield he could see two people in the cab. All calm gone, Sophie was off the porch and running across the well-trimmed native groundcover, leaving footprints in the soft vegetation. Adolphus summoned several staff members from inside in case Sophie’s son needed help. As the Trakmaster ground to a halt, Sophie met it. When Devon emerged, she was already talking, “What the hell happened – and are you all right?” Her words stopped short when she saw his face and arms covered with red marks, large welts, and healing scabs. “Did you two get in a brawl? Was it a storm?” Devon shook his head. “Bugs – a swarm of voracious beetles, like I’ve never seen before.” Antonia Anqui climbed out after him, looking just as bad.
