She heard a cracking sound. Like slow-motion thunder, or like a world-size eggshell breaking open. Everyone fell silent and listened. It went on for a long time.
“It’s opening,” Abana whispered. “The barrier, it’s cracking open!”
Too late, Connie thought. Too late.
Connie went to Darius and they waited, side by side, for the end.
The baby. It was no longer in Diana’s arms. It stood. All on its own, a glowing, naked two-year-old, by all appearances.
Caine flew back. He was pressed against the barrier, in full contact, yelling at the pain, then barely making a sound at all as the pressure grew stronger, relentless.
Sam could see him being squashed; he could quite literally see Caine’s body flatten as if a truck were pushing against him, squashing him like a bug against the barrier.
“Make her stop!” Sam yelled at Diana.
“I…” Diana looked stricken. Like she was coming out of a nightmare into a worse reality.
“She’s killing him!”
“Don’t,” Diana said weakly. “Don’t kill your father.”
But there was a determined look on the child’s face. Her cherub lips drew back in a weird snarl.
Sam raised his hands, palms out.
“Get back, Diana,” Sam said.
Diana did not move.
Sam glanced at Caine. A bug against a windshield.
Sam fired. Twin beams of murderous light hit the child dead center.
And the entire world exploded in blinding light.
Caine slid to the ground. Diana reeled back, covering her eyes. Drake used his tentacle to cover his eyes.
Sam was blinded by it. It was not the light of his hands. It was not the light of the baby.
Sunlight.
Sunlight!
Brilliant, blazing, Southern California midday sunlight.
No sound. No warning. One second the world was black, with only the pitiful light of a few Sammy suns. And the next instant it was as if they were staring into the sun itself.
Sam squeezed open one eye. What he saw was impossible. There were people. Adults. Four, no five, six adults.
A wrecked helicopter.
A Carl’s Jr. The same flash of the world outside Sam had seen for only a millisecond once before. But now the vision lingered.
The barrier was gone!
Drake cried out in a sort of ecstatic fear. He ran straight at the barrier, his whip swishing at his side.
Caine, groggy, injured, stood up.
But something was wrong about it. Caine was leaning on something, propping himself up, then pulling his hand sharply away.
From the barrier.
Drake hit the wall. He ran with his whip hand lashing straight into something unyielding but invisible.
The adults, the women, the soldiers, all stared, mouths open.
They were seeing!
Seeing Diana screaming.
Seeing Drake lashing viciously in every direction with his whip.
Seeing the brutally pulverized head and face of a young girl named Penny driven half into the pavement.
Seeing a little girl, a toddler, untouched, unharmed by Sam’s now-extinguished light.
Faces everywhere. They pressed closer; they tried to walk, but Sam could see them touching, then jumping back from the barrier.
The barrier was still there. But now it was transparent.
Sam’s heart seemed to stop. One face suddenly came into focus.
His mother.
His mother mouthing some unhearable words and looking at him as Sam aimed his palms toward the defenseless little girl.
He couldn’t stop. He had stopped once before. No: he couldn’t stop.
Sam’s light burned.
His mother’s face, all the faces, all of them screaming soundlessly. No! Noooo!
The little girl’s hair caught fire. It flamed magnificently, for she had her mother’s lush dark hair.
Sam fired again and the little girl’s flesh burned at last.
But all the while the girl, the gaiaphage, its face turned away from onlookers, stared at Sam in undiminished fury. The blue eyes never looked away. Her angelic mouth leered in a knowing grin even as it burned.
Until at last, the gaiaphage was a pillar of flame, all features obscured.
Sam stopped firing.
The baby, the child, the monster, the devil, turned and ran back down the highway.
Diana, her face a twisted mask, ran after her.
Drake, eyes hollow and vacant, horrified, turned and ran, lashing impotently at nothing.
Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny’s sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.
LATER
A HELICOPTER HAD arrived overhead. It was decorated with the logo of a news station out of Santa Barbara. It made no sound, of course—the dome was still impervious to noise—but Astrid could see faces in the cockpit, and could guess at the telephoto camera lens aimed down at them.
The helicopter’s view was slightly hampered now by the fact that outside, out there beyond that diamond-hard, glass-clear barrier, it was raining. The drops splatted on the dome and then ran down in streams.
Along the inside of the barrier, on both sides of the highway, kids stood as close as they could get to the outside. Three or four dozen kids had come so far, rushing from Perdido Beach. At first all they saw were the soldiers and the state cops who had raced up with lights flashing, the helicopter, and a handful of parents.
But more parents were arriving in cars and SUVs from their new homes in Arroyo Grande, Santa Maria, and Orcutt. The parents who had found new places to live farther away, in Santa Barbara or Los Angeles, would take a while longer to get here.
“It’s opening,” Abana whispered. “The barrier, it’s cracking open!”
Too late, Connie thought. Too late.
Connie went to Darius and they waited, side by side, for the end.
The baby. It was no longer in Diana’s arms. It stood. All on its own, a glowing, naked two-year-old, by all appearances.
Caine flew back. He was pressed against the barrier, in full contact, yelling at the pain, then barely making a sound at all as the pressure grew stronger, relentless.
Sam could see him being squashed; he could quite literally see Caine’s body flatten as if a truck were pushing against him, squashing him like a bug against the barrier.
“Make her stop!” Sam yelled at Diana.
“I…” Diana looked stricken. Like she was coming out of a nightmare into a worse reality.
“She’s killing him!”
“Don’t,” Diana said weakly. “Don’t kill your father.”
But there was a determined look on the child’s face. Her cherub lips drew back in a weird snarl.
Sam raised his hands, palms out.
“Get back, Diana,” Sam said.
Diana did not move.
Sam glanced at Caine. A bug against a windshield.
Sam fired. Twin beams of murderous light hit the child dead center.
And the entire world exploded in blinding light.
Caine slid to the ground. Diana reeled back, covering her eyes. Drake used his tentacle to cover his eyes.
Sam was blinded by it. It was not the light of his hands. It was not the light of the baby.
Sunlight.
Sunlight!
Brilliant, blazing, Southern California midday sunlight.
No sound. No warning. One second the world was black, with only the pitiful light of a few Sammy suns. And the next instant it was as if they were staring into the sun itself.
Sam squeezed open one eye. What he saw was impossible. There were people. Adults. Four, no five, six adults.
A wrecked helicopter.
A Carl’s Jr. The same flash of the world outside Sam had seen for only a millisecond once before. But now the vision lingered.
The barrier was gone!
Drake cried out in a sort of ecstatic fear. He ran straight at the barrier, his whip swishing at his side.
Caine, groggy, injured, stood up.
But something was wrong about it. Caine was leaning on something, propping himself up, then pulling his hand sharply away.
From the barrier.
Drake hit the wall. He ran with his whip hand lashing straight into something unyielding but invisible.
The adults, the women, the soldiers, all stared, mouths open.
They were seeing!
Seeing Diana screaming.
Seeing Drake lashing viciously in every direction with his whip.
Seeing the brutally pulverized head and face of a young girl named Penny driven half into the pavement.
Seeing a little girl, a toddler, untouched, unharmed by Sam’s now-extinguished light.
Faces everywhere. They pressed closer; they tried to walk, but Sam could see them touching, then jumping back from the barrier.
The barrier was still there. But now it was transparent.
Sam’s heart seemed to stop. One face suddenly came into focus.
His mother.
His mother mouthing some unhearable words and looking at him as Sam aimed his palms toward the defenseless little girl.
He couldn’t stop. He had stopped once before. No: he couldn’t stop.
Sam’s light burned.
His mother’s face, all the faces, all of them screaming soundlessly. No! Noooo!
The little girl’s hair caught fire. It flamed magnificently, for she had her mother’s lush dark hair.
Sam fired again and the little girl’s flesh burned at last.
But all the while the girl, the gaiaphage, its face turned away from onlookers, stared at Sam in undiminished fury. The blue eyes never looked away. Her angelic mouth leered in a knowing grin even as it burned.
Until at last, the gaiaphage was a pillar of flame, all features obscured.
Sam stopped firing.
The baby, the child, the monster, the devil, turned and ran back down the highway.
Diana, her face a twisted mask, ran after her.
Drake, eyes hollow and vacant, horrified, turned and ran, lashing impotently at nothing.
Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny’s sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.
LATER
A HELICOPTER HAD arrived overhead. It was decorated with the logo of a news station out of Santa Barbara. It made no sound, of course—the dome was still impervious to noise—but Astrid could see faces in the cockpit, and could guess at the telephoto camera lens aimed down at them.
The helicopter’s view was slightly hampered now by the fact that outside, out there beyond that diamond-hard, glass-clear barrier, it was raining. The drops splatted on the dome and then ran down in streams.
Along the inside of the barrier, on both sides of the highway, kids stood as close as they could get to the outside. Three or four dozen kids had come so far, rushing from Perdido Beach. At first all they saw were the soldiers and the state cops who had raced up with lights flashing, the helicopter, and a handful of parents.
But more parents were arriving in cars and SUVs from their new homes in Arroyo Grande, Santa Maria, and Orcutt. The parents who had found new places to live farther away, in Santa Barbara or Los Angeles, would take a while longer to get here.
