“Where did he find you?” Sparky asked.
“Hiding in a basement,” Rhali said. “He was calling for me. After I ran I was terrified, I got confused, so I headed west. Heard the shooting and explosions behind me and ran until I was exhausted. And I thought Reaper was going to kill me.”
“Rhali,” Lucy-Anne said.
Rhali knelt beside her and touched her leg, appraising her wounds without wincing away.
“But he came to save me. For Jack, he said. He saved me because I meant something to Jack. So…Jack?” Rhali asked.
Lucy-Anne shook her head.
“Is he…?”
“Dreaming us safe,” Jenna said. “Come on. We'll tell you on the way out.”
They were outside London once again. Beyond the Toxic City. And everyone was on the move.
Vehicles screamed off into the night—cars, vans, buses, motorbikes, four wheel drives. Heavy lights illuminated the landscape for hundreds of feet in every direction. A score of coaches trundled along a road, two abreast, all of them jammed with passengers. Many more people walked.
They saw a wall of faces. On hoardings surrounding a church—its refurbishment abandoned two years ago—people had started pinning photographs and messages to lost loved ones. Someone had painted ragged letters across the top of the hoarding in an attempt to form some sort of alphabetical order, and many people frantically searched the images or sat at the wall's foot, waiting for a miracle.
“One minute,” Rhali said. “Just one!” She ran to the M section of the wall and started looking. Searching for her own face, or a message from someone she loved. No hope, Lucy-Anne thought. She felt emptied by all that had happened, and any dregs of hope she retained were kept for Jack, and Jack alone. She had none to spare.
But then Rhali froze, reached up, stood on tiptoes. Everything seemed to pause as they saw her touch her own smiling face—happier from years before, fuller—and then pull off a square of paper attached to it.
She returned to them, stunned. “My cousin,” she said. “My cousin Jay has been here. Looking for me. And he left…” She held out the paper, unable to say any more. Lucy-Anne saw some phone numbers, and a big Jay followed by an even larger X as a kiss.
“Whoa,” Sparky said.
“Let's go,” Rhali said, smiling. “He'll be waiting for me to call.”
There were a few groups of people hugging deliriously, seemingly ignorant of the panicked retreat from what was about to happen in the city. Those lucky few who had met those loved ones come to find them. Lucy-Anne wondered what powers these people had, and what those they loved would think of them. How they would integrate back into normal, real life hardly bore thinking about. What would Jay think of Rhali now?
But that was not Lucy-Anne's problem. She had her own to contend with. These terrible injuries. Her dreams.
“What'll we tell Emily?” she asked as they walked.
“We'll tell her how brave her brother is,” Jenna said. “How proud of her he is. Look at what she's done! She's revealed the truth to the world. If it wasn't for her, all these people might well have been shot down as they tried to leave.”
“And we'll tell her her daddy's dead,” Sparky said.
Lucy-Anne was shocked for a moment, remembering Reaper slinking away into the shadows after bringing Rhali back to them. But after everything he'd done—and she had only seen and heard about a fraction of it—that was nowhere near redemption.
No one objected to Sparky's suggestion.
“Where do you think we'll find them?” Jenna asked.
“Knowing Emily, it wouldn't surprise me if they found us,” Sparky said.
Lucy-Anne looked back across the bombed Exclusion Zone towards the distant, dark London. There were no lights over there, and the starlight gave only a surface silvery sheen to what she could see of the city.