Storey was led back out of the room. Tammy’s father never said a word or motioned to her in any way. The styluses had been doing the communicating. But something had changed. The same two guards were taking her somewhere – but where? Stylus, what’s going on?
You have been given an ultimatum.
What does that mean?
You have one night’s passing to return his daughter to the way she was.
The way she was? Oh great. I sure hope you know how to put a spirit and body back together again.
Great. Not. First things first, she had to get out of here, then travel to the Torans’ and find Tammy’s spirit to bring it back here.
Got any ideas, Stylus?
You are being taken to Tammy’s room now. You will be under guard the whole time.
As she tried to assimilate what the Stylus was saying, Storey was poked – hard – in the back. She spun around. “Hey, be nice.” She glared at the woman staring back at her. To Storey’s artistic eye, the hard angles of the woman’s wide face appeared frozen in clay for the lack of emotion in it. How could they not show anything? She didn’t get it.
Storey chained her anger up tighter, knowing she needed to stay calm to get out of this place and help Tammy. That was the concern right now. Not Storey or Tammy’s heavy handed father, but Tammy herself. Somehow she needed to be made whole again.
The trip this time was through a maze of caves and tunnels. She didn’t know how these people had managed to dig so much so fast. They must have some advantage that the Toran and her own people didn’t know about. If they were in the same cave system that she’d seen on her previous trip, it would have given them a start, but nothing like this. The hallways seemed to go on for miles. And maybe they did.
She was led into another room. And came to a complete stop.
Tammy lay on a raised surface surrounded by several Louers. She didn’t know if they were a medical team, family, or more security. Nothing in their demeanor or dress gave her any clues to their association. Why couldn’t these people make it easy?
Then, they were a simple folk and probably didn’t have all the trappings of her own world. Tammy would be undergoing all kinds of tests back home by now if they were in Storey’s dimension. She approached cautiously, afraid she’d be stopped before reaching Tammy’s side.
No one moved.
She took a deep breath, then reached out to clasp Tammy’s chunky hand. She was so cold. Her hand, normally hot and active, always tugging Storey in one direction or another, or squeezing tight, lay dead in Storey’s palm. So not good.
Storey leaned forward to study Tammy’s face. The skin hung slack, her mouth slightly open. Air whistled gently with every breath. Definitely alive, but empty. Like no one was home.
Except Tammy’s hair moved. Storey’s eyes widened as she understood. Skorky lay curled into Tammy’s shoulder and nestled protectively into her hair. His beady eyes watched Storey’s every move.
She straightened, fighting back the urge to cry. Her hot tears refused to listen, welling up in the corners of her eyes. She stared at the wall straight ahead until she could regain control.
Stylus. What are we going to do?
Wait.
She almost snorted, barely catching back the sound at the last moment. The last thing she wanted to do was give anything away to those watching her so intently. Wait for what? Eric wasn’t going to be able to sneak in and help her out. He’d end up captive as well. And that was not the answer.
She had to get away.
No. The dimension is still settling. Any more travelling right now could be harmful. You could end up anywhere.
Damn. I thought that problem was done.
Those were big changes. It takes a little time.
I don’t have time, she bit off. Tammy needs me.
So does Eric. He’s lost Tammy.
*
Eric walked the room slowly. “Tammy?” He twisted around slightly so he could see Paxton. “What does the stylus say?”
“It says she’s trying to go home. She’s scared.” Paxton’s voice rose. “And so am I.”
Eric ignored the last part. “Of course, she is. When she went to sleep she was at Storey’s house. She doesn’t know how she got here. And if she looks weird to us, we probably look weird to her.” He paused, searching the room for Tammy’s misty outline. “Have you contacted Storey?”
“There is only so much I can do,” Paxton snapped. “I’m trying.”
“Have the stylus do it.” Eric wanted to shake the older man. His way of doing things was slowing the process. The styluses could do dozens of things at one time. “Remember, they can get other styluses to help.”
Paxton’s gaze lit with understanding and he started scribbling furiously.
“First, someone needs to talk to Tammy. Tell her Storey is with her father and that’s where we want to take her.”
Eric bowed his head, struggling for calm as he waited for Paxton. He thrust his hands into his pockets. He still wanted to clench them, but it was harder to in the small space.
Then he felt it.
A slight warmth against his bare arm.
“Tammy?”
The heat of his arm deepened.
“Paxton,” Eric said, “I think she is standing here beside me.”
Paxton looked up over at him, looked at the space beside Eric, shuddered and returned to his tablet.
Eric wasn’t sure what that meant, but figured the older man had enough trouble dealing with the current scenario without Eric questioning him on it. “Tammy, it’s going to be okay.”
He stared down and caught the faint shape of the little girl. She was looking up at him. Like she had so many times before. His heart wrenched. He couldn’t see the expression on her face, but she had to be freaking out. “Storey is with your Father. We’re trying to get you home too.”
Did she understand anything? He hoped Paxton would hurry up. Surely the styluses had spoken to Tammy by now. He wished he could talk to her.
Paxton spun around. “Storey’s stylus and the Broken One say you are to go to the Louers’ dimension and take Tammy with you.”
Eric just stared. “Really? I’m supposed to just take this energy mass to the Louers’ dimension? Tammy in a form they can’t see and therefore won’t recognize that I’m there to deliver?”
Even Paxton looked unsure on that point. Eric sighed and turned to look down at Tammy. The heat in his arm warmed yet again, as if she understood the problem. He felt like he needed to say something to her, but up until now he had to admit it had always been Storey who’d been the one to reassure Tammy.
“It will be fine, Tammy. We’ve been in worse scenarios before.”
He couldn’t think of another one quite like this though. And hoped he never would again, but after what had happened with Dillon, he realized how much he still had to learn and experience. He was just a youngster when compared to Paxton. Yet he’d experienced so much in this short time.
And that was, to quote Storey once again, ‘way cool.’
He laughed. He loved Storey’s attitude. She took on life like it was the greatest of adventures. Facing her troubles instead of running away. She never backed down from a fight, either. If she were in trouble right now, she’d be looking for a way out. And waiting for him to come help her out.
So he needed to find a way to do just that.