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“I know.”
Neither did I.
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He was waiting for me in the dark, in front of his house.
I knew it was Co
We hugged, and he slapped the back of my head, and I swear I thought I could almost feel him starting to cry. Maybe he was laughing. Co
He’d been in Marbury for more than a week, he said, but the rest of us weren’t “there” yet, and he’d popped back here once, too, but this wasn’t Glenbrook.
And it was so hard to get out.
It’s what I figured.
I wondered if Ben and Griffin could be safe, wherever they were.
They’re in a fucking garbage can.
Time to fill things in, replay the pictures I never thought had been taken.
* * *
Co
So I went first.
I told him everything I could remember since swinging that hammer at our lens—about waking up in the garage and Ben throwing me out, the rainstorm, finding the dead people in the house where Co
But I couldn’t bring myself to tell about Ben and Griffin, what Freddie had done to them.
We were not going to stay here. Not in this world. I’d already made my mind up about that, and I was pretty sure Co
He didn’t need to know about the cop.
“But I just don’t get how I can wake up in that garage and you were already there for like a week or something. And Ben and Griffin haven’t landed yet. Or, if they did, they’re not in Marbury with us,” I said. “And they aren’t here, either.”
“I never figured out any of this shit. One day, one second, one month.” Then he said, “So, how’d you get here?”
I pulled the glasses out from under my seat, and Co
“Damn. Those look like the same lenses from Seth.”
“This little green one is what does it. When you flip it over the bigger one there, that’s what brought me here.” Then I thought of something. I looked at my friend. “How did you get here?”
Co
“Yeah?”
He shifted in his seat and looked away from me. “I didn’t tell you. I took one of them from your room. A long time ago.”
At first, I felt myself getting mad at him. He wasn’t supposed to take one. That wasn’t how we did things.
And, as if he understood what I was thinking, Co
The light in the sky faded, then pulsed bright green again.
“It’s like you can see stuff falling through that hole,” I said.
“I don’t know what that is,” Co
And I kept replaying in my head all those times Qui
“Everything’s different. Before … when we went to Marbury, the lenses never came through. It was only us. Did you think about that, Con? Now, the broken lens is in that other Marbury, and these other lenses are here, coming through with me.”
Co
I said, “It makes me wonder. Maybe we’re trapped. Maybe wherever the lenses are is the real world now.”
Co
“We have to get the kids out, Con. We have to get out of the hole.”
He didn’t say anything.
“Okay, Con. Then you tell me. What’s going on there, and what do I need to do when we go back?”
“What if we can’t get back?”
“I’m not going to think about that. But we’re not staying here. We can’t.”
“I know.”
So, maybe he did know what was going on with me, the cop, Ben and Griffin. Maybe he found his own fucked-up little rearrangements, too, and he didn’t have the balls to tell me about it. And maybe my friend just didn’t want to say the words, that we just might have been trapped for good this time.
CONNER’S STORY [1]
I woke up sitting on a horse in the middle of a rainstorm.
It was the craziest shit I’ve ever seen.
Can you imagine? Blink. You shut your eyes inside a garage, and when you open them, you’re dressed in some kind of uniform on top of a stinking horse, totally drenched, holding on to a shotgun, riding along with a group of guys no older than kids, all of us looking for something to screw, eat, or kill.
And I’m just wondering where the fuck I am, and where the fuck are you and the others?
That’s what it was like.
Eventually I learned if you’re going to pop into Marbury, you’re better off popping in as a Ranger, rather than an Odd or something worse.
But I don’t know how to tell time—what’s the point of minutes and hours in Marbury? So I think I just followed along with the rest of the team—there were six of us—for a pretty long time, just shutting my mouth and trying to remember who I was.
When the rain started building up, and our horses had to walk through streets that almost became rivers, the others all began taking off their boots and stripping out of their pants without getting down—riding bare assed. And I thought, Okay, fine, I guess we’re all going ski
What would you do?
Crazy shit.
In Marbury, you just have to kind of wing it so you don’t stick out and look like a total dickhead, or an Odd, which was worse, because who wants to pop in as some orphan kid with a target on his ass?
My strategy was to just keep my mouth shut and learn by doing. So, off with the pants and on with the new experience of my bare nutsack getting crushed into a very unpadded, old saddle that I couldn’t stand up in because my legs were now an inch shorter without the boots on my feet.
Fucking Marbury.
But I found out later the reason we stripped was so we could keep a watch on each other’s legs for those things that crawl up inside you from the water. Black worms as long as your lower arm. They called them suckers.
Those things were bad news, but they weren’t interested in the horses, and apparently they didn’t have a taste for Hunters, either. They only wanted human meat. Just like the Hunters.
We were always potentially on some asshole’s di
Charlie Teague caught one on Jay Pittman.
They rode just in front of me and I about gagged when I saw the black oily thing squirming its way up Pittman’s calf. But Charlie casually swung over and pinched the thing’s head between the nails of his thumb and index finger, and it wriggled and spit blood in his grasp before Charlie flung it over his shoulder like he was flicking a cigarette butt out the window of a passing car.
Don’t ask me how I knew the names of the Rangers on our fireteam. If I just looked at them and thought about it, the names instantly popped into my brain, like I’d known these guys all my life. Well, they weren’t all guys, obviously enough now that we were waist-down naked, but that wasn’t something I immediately remembered, either—who had a dick or not—especially because I was feeling so sick and scared and freaked out about what the fuck was going on.