The words make me open my eyes, instantly shocked to see the bright blue of the sky and the ocean. I blink several times, caught up in the white fluffy clouds hovering in the sky and branches on trees swaying, in what I imagine is a warm ocean wind. It’s the West Coast; it’s always a little warmer than home. I lift my head, seeing the tired eyes of Miles standing in the open door of the SUV. He nods at the mansion to the right of me. “Let’s go. Let’s go see if we have found the place you girls are so convinced of. I really hope your dad’s there, Lou. He’d be a real asset in a moment like this one.” He runs his hands though his auburn hair, scratching his head roughly. “You know, I always wanted to be him. Going off on his cool missions to save the world. He’s still my hero.” I nearly sigh as I undo my seat belt and climb out, stretching and shaking my head. “Yeah, me too. Where are we?” Miles shrugs. “The West Coast. Some island. The bridge was still intact so we came here.
