The cell she’d borrowed from Eight had keeled over in her hand, screaming from too much North Star information and not enough battery juice. Charly looked at the small screen and shrugged. Okay, so it hadn’t folded over and cried out, but she certainly felt like hollering at the top of her lungs after talking to Stormy and Dr. Deveraux about the Ursas, which she’d lied about spotting. Yes, she knew where they were now, had memorized everything she could about Polaris and the dippers and bears, so she didn’t see the sense of dragging out the conversation, especially when she overheard Driver saying something about progress and getting off the side of the road soon. Eight walked up to her. “You good?” he asked. His hand was extended. Charly put the dead phone on his palm. “Sorry. It died before I finished talking.” She looked around, searching for Sully’s silhouette in the darkness. Somehow it seemed to have grown darker since she’d been on the phone, and she could barely make anyone out.
