Thin Air

There was a scratching at the tent, and I shot up to my feet, grabbing the nearest blunt object-which turned out to be a bottle of water-but my doubtful turf-defending skills weren’t necessary. It was Lewis. He snaked through the narrow entrance, reached for his pack, and then he saw Cherise.

His stare fixed on her, and there was this sensation of something happening, something I couldn’t see or control. Needles all over my skin. My hair blew back in a sudden gust of breathlessly cold wind, and I felt gravity give a fu

I blinked, and however I did it, I saw things. First of all: Lewis. He looked taller, stronger-not substantially different, just…more. He radiated some kind of aura for several feet around him, shifting like oil on water. And outside of that aura was a storm. Not literally, not with clouds and things, but still: a storm. There was no other way to think of it. It was sheer bloody power, sparking and gathering and flaring, coming from everywhere, out of the air, up from the ground, flowing into and out of him. And it was focused directly at Cherise.

I looked at her, and she almost vanished. Not totally, but she’d faded like some sepia-toned photograph, and her aura was weak and pale by comparison. There were broad, ugly, jagged streaks of pure black ru

“Lewis!” I turned back to him. “Don’t. She’s okay.”

“No,” he said. “She’s not.”

Lewis wasn’t letting down his guard. When Cherise looked at me, terrified, he held out a hand toward her, palm out, as if he were warning her to stay away.

“How’d she get in here?”

“I brought her. I know, that was probably stupid, but I couldn’t just leave her!” Lewis transferred that X-ray stare to me. I got the impression that he was mortally worried about what he was going to see, but then it must have been better than he expected, because he blinked and seemed to back off from spiritual Defcon One.

“What’s happening to her?” I asked.

“What we thought. The Demon used her, and now it’s let her go. She’s been badly hurt.”

“I didn’t see any wounds…” There’d been blood on her sweater, but nothing wrong with her skin. As if the bullet holes Lewis had put in her had fully healed.

“This isn’t the kind of damage you see outside,” he said. “And it’s not the kind that heals.”

I wasn’t sure how much of this Cherise was following; she seemed confused, her eyes flickering back and forth between the two of us. Lewis kept staring at Cherise, frowning, tilting his head first one way, then the other.

“This makes no sense,” he muttered, and took a step closer to her. Then another one. “No sense. Why would it go after her? She’s not a Warden. No power, nothing like what they’re usually drawn toward. She barely shows up on the aetheric even when she’s not…” He didn’t seem to find a word for it. “Does she remember?”

“Ask her yourself. She’s not deaf.”

He blinked, as if he’d forgotten she was something more than just a collection of interesting problems, and then hunkered down and started asking Cherise questions. It was a short conversation, since it didn’t take too many repetitions of time-delayed “I don’t know” before Lewis began seeing the light. The light being, of course, more of a murky, indistinct confusion.

When he was finished, he cast a dark look in my direction and said, “Outside. Now.”

I wasn’t particularly fond of being ordered around, but I was willing to go along, for now. Seeing as he’d probably saved my life a couple of times already. We squirmed through the narrow tent aperture, I made a joke about birth canals that probably wasn’t particularly appropriate, and then we were outside in the cutting, frosty wind. Little miniature tornadoes of blown snow whipped by, ruffling my hair and fa

Lewis was facing kind of toward me, but mostly away. Like he knew he had to have this conversation but didn’t particularly want to. “It’s bad,” he said. “She may seem okay now, but she’s not.”

“Then do your voodoo and fix her up,” I said. “Make her all-”

“She’s dying,” he said.

I felt like he’d punched me in the stomach, and for a second or two I was at a loss for words before I rallied. “No, she’s not. She’s getting better. Look, she nearly froze to death, but she’s recovering, and-”

He met my eyes, and the bitter fury rolling in him cut me off cold. “She’s dying, Jo,” he said. “The stuff that keeps her alive, the…I don’t know, the soul, is gutted. Cored out. I can’t save her. Once a Demon rips at someone like that, so completely, what’s left after it leaves can’t sustain itself. She’ll just…slow down and die. You saw how hard it is for her to focus. That’s only going to get worse. Fast.”

“I don’t believe in Demons!”

“You should!” he shot back. “You were killed by one!”

I had officially entered la-la land, and obviously it was no longer safe to be traveling on the crazy train with Lewis. Next stop: Lithium City. “I’m not dead,” I pointed out to him.

“No, of course you’re not…” He stopped himself with an effort, an overwhelming expression of frustration.

“There’s got to be something we can do for her,” I said. “Something. Anything.”

“No. Look, I’ve seen this before. She’ll just fade. Quietly. She’ll stop responding to us, and then she’ll just…go.” For a second there was a sheen like tears in his eyes. I couldn’t remember anything about him prior to his finding me in the woods, but I was fairly sure that crying wasn’t his usual thing. He’d seen it before. I was guessing it was someone who’d meant something to him.

“So what do we do now?” I asked. Lewis crossed his arms.

“What we were going to do before she showed up,” he said. “David and I scouted the route this morning. We hike to the rendezvous, make contact with Wardens we can trust, and find a place to hole up until David can lay his hands on Ashan and find out how to solve this thing.”

“Well, we can’t just leave her!” I said. “And I don’t think she’s strong enough to hike it right now. Not in this weather.” Wasn’t too sure I was, either.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t wait. Kevin’s still out there somewhere, and I have no reason to believe he can’t find her. Or worse, he might know where she is already. We have to leave her. We can get David to lead a rescue party back for her. We’ll leave her the tent, food, water, a supply of heat packs.”

“You think she’ll last long enough to be rescued? Even with all the supplies?”

Silence. Lewis rocked back and forth, restless and weary, and shook his head.

“Then no,” I said. “I’m not leaving her here to die alone.” Not because she was supposed to be my friend; it’s hard to have friends when you don’t remember the good times, not to mention the bad. But because it was just plain wrong.

Lewis looked like he wanted to argue with me, but I saw the torment in his face.

And the guilt.

“All right.” He sighed. “We’ll see how she is in the morning. But I still think it’s a mistake.”

Cherise looked better when we went back in the tent, but one glance at Lewis told me that was deceptive; he wouldn’t be that grim if her condition had improved. At least she didn’t seem to be in pain. Certainly she was giving off no on-the-verge-of-death vibes. The only thing strange about her was the haunted, empty look in her eyes, and the fact that she seemed to have a longer and longer lag in responding to anything around her.

I tried to ignore it. The rest of the day was consumed with small talk, nothing very deep or probing. I didn’t ask her much about my own life; I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear how close we’d been. She volunteered details, though, mentioned people and places that I didn’t and couldn’t recognize. I was grateful when she fell asleep, finally, and zipped myself into my own sleeping bag next to her. Lewis sat cross-legged, crammed in the corner of the tiny shelter, lost in what looked like meditation but could have been a sitting-up nap for all I knew.