When the Stingrays slipped down the spiraling tunnel and made the jump through the brick wall, no one uttered so much as a yahoo. I was off the back of Chuck’s ride the moment we stopped. Ignoring the stares and questions everyone was throwing at me, I went looking for Tom. I found him at the Chatters station, hastily debriefing Sharyn. Sharyn was saying, “…straight up. It’s a miracle any of them are alive! Hot Dog rode with me and wouldn’t stop talking about how Will kept them together and risked his own butt to save them.” Tom considered this. “Any sign of Amy?” “Nothing. Deaders probably snatched her.” She sighed wearily. “We’ve got to get these kids some grub and then beds for the night.” “Nick’ll handle that,” Tom told her. “You promised to let her know how it went.” Sharyn nodded.
