I shrug and he motions at me to follow him. Although I’d like to stay put and watch the show beneath me, I’m more curious to follow Chael. I haven’t seen him since the night Trank died and I have a lot of questions for him. I especially want to know why he’s here. And how he knows the last words that were spoken to me before I died. We silently move back several containers, until I decide we’re far enough away that no one is going to hear us whispering. “What do you want?” I hiss at him. “Not here,” he says. “We need to keep moving.” I plant both my feet on the metal beneath me. I’m not going anywhere. From where I am, I have a good view of the harbor. The blackness spreads out for miles; I can’t tell where the water begins and the sky ends. A bit of a breeze pushes my hair in front of my face and I brush a few strands away.
