It’s Day 306, and we have another special edition of Under Big Blue—” “Susan! You can’t be serious! Give me that!” Grunting, she fought to keep the tiny video camera she had hidden from Gautierre. She knew he would act like this—that’s why she had slipped the smaller, ultraportable model into her jacket pocket. She could have used a smart-phone, but the resolution and memory sucked. “Gautierre, I swear if you don’t let me do this, we are done.” He paused, gauging her seriousness. “There’s no way my mother will tolerate this. I knew I shouldn’t have let you come here.” “You knew what I would do. I’m a reporter, Gautierre.” “You’re a teenager!” “So are you—and you’re six months younger than me! What difference does that make? If I can live with the debilitating shame of robbing the cradle, you can let me do this.” He sighed and turned to Catherine, the only other one there. “Help me make her understand.” Their friend, already a dark green trampler, shook her reptilian head.
