“All right, then,” Mom said. “Let’s organize into teams.” People started grouping together in fours; I turned to Gretchen and figured she and I would be a team with Hickory and Dickory.
“Zo?,” Mom said. “You’re with me. Bring Hickory and Dickory.”
“Can Gretchen come with us?” I asked.
“No,” Jane said. “Too large. Sorry, Gretchen.”
“It’s all right,” Gretchen said to Mom, and then turned back to me. “Try to survive without me,” she said.
“Stop,” I said. “It’s not like we’re dating.” She grinned and wandered off to join another group.
After several minutes three dozen groups of four were spread out over more than half a klick of tree line. Jane gave the signal and we started in.
Then came the boring: three hours of stomping through the woods, slowly, searching for signs that Joe Loong had wandered in this direction, calling out to each other every few minutes. I found nothing, Mom to my left found nothing, Hickory to my right found nothing, and Dickory to its right found nothing either. Not to be hopelessly shallow about it, but I thought it would be at least a little more interesting than it was.
“Are we going to take a break anytime soon?” I asked Jane, walking up to her when she wandered into visual range.
“You’re tired?” she said. “I would think that after all the training you do, a walk in the woods would be an easy thing.”
I paused at this comment; I didn’t make any secret of my training with Hickory and Dickory—it would be hard to hide, given how much time I gave to it—but it’s not something that the two of us talked about much. “It’s not a stamina issue,” I said. “It’s a boredom issue. I’ve been scanning the forest floor for three hours. I’m getting a little punchy.”
Jane nodded. “We’ll take a rest soon. If we don’t find something in this area in the next hour, I’ll regather people on the other side of Joe’s homestead and try over there,” she said.
“You don’t mind me doing what I do with Hickory and Dickory, do you?” I asked. “It’s not like I talk about it to you much. Either with you or Dad.”
“It worried us the first couple of weeks, when you came in covered with bruises and then went to sleep without actually saying hello to us,” Jane said. She kept walking and scanning as she talked. “And I was sorry it broke up your friendship with Enzo. But you’re old enough now to make your own choices about what you want to do with your time, and we both decided that we weren’t going to breathe down your neck about it.”
I was about to say, Well, it wasn’t entirely my own choice to do this, but Jane kept talking. “Beside that, we think it’s smart,” she said. “I don’t know when we’ll be found, but I think we will be. I can take care of myself; John can take care of himself. We were soldiers. We’re happy to see that you’re learning to take care of yourself, too. When it comes down to it, it might be the thing that makes a difference.”
I stopped walking. “Well, that was a depressing thing to say,” I said.
Jane stopped and came back to me. “I didn’t mean it that way,” she said.
“You just said I might be alone at the end of all this,” I said. “That each of us will have to take care of ourselves. That’s not exactly a happy thought, you know.”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Jane said. She reached over and touched the jade elephant pendant she had given me years ago. “John and I will never leave you, Zo?. Never abandon you. You need to know that. It’s a promise we made to you. What I am saying is that we will need each other. Knowing how to take care of ourselves means we are better able to help each other. It means that you will be able to help us. Think about that, Zo?. Everything might come down to what you are able to do. For us. And for the colony. That’s what I’m saying.”
“I doubt it’s going to come to that,” I said.
“Well, I doubt it too,” Jane said. “Or at least I hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“Thanks,” I said, wryly.
“You know what I mean,” Mom said.
“I do,” I said. “I think it’s funny how bluntly you put it.”
To the left of us there was a faint scream. Jane swiveled in its direction and then turned back to face me; her expression left very little doubt that whatever mom-daughter bonding moment we’d been having was at a very abrupt end. “Stay here,” she said. “Send word down the line to halt. Hickory, come with me.” The two of them sped off in the direction of the scream quietly at what seemed like an almost impossible high speed; I was suddenly reminded that, yes, in fact, my mom was a veteran warrior. There’s a thought for you. It was just now I finally had the tools to really appreciate it.
Several minutes later Hickory returned to us, clicked something to Dickory in their native tongue as he passed, and looked at me.
“Lieutenant Sagan says that you are to return to the colony with Dickory,” Hickory said.
“Why?” I asked. “Have they found Joe?”
“They have,” Hickory said.