Stay here with Cat. Look after Dad. We wont be long.
Her eyes met Cats. She felt awful for leaving.
What? Cat asked.
If I hadnt been so angry and depressed, Eureka said, if Id been one of those happy people in the hall, do you think my tears would have done this?
If youd been one of those happy people in the hall, Cat said, you wouldnt be you. I need you to be you. Your dad needs you to be you. If Anders right, and youre the only one who can stop this flood, the whole world needs you to be you.
Eureka swallowed. Thanks.
Cat nodded toward the stony hills. So go on with your bad self.
Anders hand found its way into Eurekas. She squeezed and started walking inland, hoping Cat was right and wondering how much there was left of the world to save.
5
DEEP FREEZE
Eureka and Ander followed a swollen stream through a shallow valley and into a world of soft white stone. They crossed a forest of rocky cones flanked by table mountains. They held hands as cacti bordering the stream reached out with needles inches long and sharp enough to tear away the skin.
Eureka worried about the cacti weathering the salt in the rain. She imagined her favorite plants around the worldorchids in Hawaii, olive groves in Greece, orange trees in Key West, birds-of-paradise in California, and the comforting labyrinths of live oak branches back home on the bayoutheir fibers parched and shriveled, disintegrating into salt. She squinted to make the cactus needles appear longer, thicker, sharper, and imagined them fighting back.
Her mud-obscured running shoes reminded Eureka of the photos her teammates used to post after cross-country practice in stormy weather. Brown and gray points of pride. She wondered whether anyone would enjoy a rainy run ever again. Had she robbed the rain of its beauty?
They came around a bend where the steel-blue bay was visible below. There was the rock where theyd made landfall and the tall triangular boulder behind which Cat and her family crouched in front of Anders fire, hanging on. The boulder looked tiny. They had traveled farther than she had thought. It made her nervous to be so far away.
She looked beyond the boulder, at the ocean spreading around them in cloudy light. Slowly, a more regular geometry emerged. Man-made shapes sagged in the deluge. Rooftops. The ghost of the city that had been washed away.
She imagined people beneath those roofs, drowned in her pain. She had floated underneath her devastation in the thunderstone shield, but now Eureka saw it. She didnt know what to do. She wanted to disintegrate in the rain. She wanted to make everything right, right now.
You know, Ander said, youre going to make things better.
Eureka tried to let his supportmake her stronger, like a buttress on a cathedral, but she wondered from where Ander drew his faith in her. He seemed to truly believe that she could fix things, but was it simply because he liked heror was there more to it? He kept saying Solon would answer all their questions if they ever found him.
The path widened into two forked trails. An instinct she couldnt explain told her to go left. Which way? she asked Ander.
He pivoted right. We go east. Ornorth? We need to go up into the mountains so I can see more clearly where we are.
Ander had seemed so confident a moment before, when he was believing in her. Do you have a map? she asked.
He stopped walking and faced Eureka with such sad eyes that she took his hand. She marveled at the way it fit in hers, like no one elses ever had. He looked down and caressed her fingertips.
I see, she said. No map.
The map is in my memory, drawn with lines muttered by my aunts and uncles when I was very young. I dont know why I memorized their words, maybe because talk of the lost Seedbearer sounded strange and romantic, and there was so little excitement in my life.
Eureka dropped his hand. She imagined Cats reaction upon learning Ander had led them to the other side of the world based on an imaginary map. She didnt want to blame Ander. They were here now. They needed to support each other. But she couldnt help thinking about the way that Brooks, though he couldnt read a map even if you held a gun to his head, always wound up in the right place. Hed wound up in her imagination earlier, skimming dark water with his arms. What shore had he landed on when shed blinked and made him disappear?
Ander chose the paths steep right fork. Solon made plans before he escaped. He was headed for a cave in western Turkey, which he called the Bitter Cloud.
The path widened. Eureka sped into a jog. Her right wrist throbbed with every impact of her shoes against the earth, but running lent something familiar to the alien landscape. Her body found a gear she understood.
Ander kept up. When he glanced at her, an agreement flashed between them. They began to race. Eureka pumped her legs. Wind whistled at her back. The salt in the rain stung her eyes and the pain in her wrist was excruciating, but the faster she ran, the less she felt it.
She didnt think she could ever slow down. They were lost and she knew it, entering a tight passage only a few feet wide, bordered on either side by sharply sloping stone. It was like running through a very narrow hallway in the dark. Every step carried them deeper into goneness, but Eureka had to run until this burning was out of her system, until this fever had subsided. Sometime, later, they would catch their breath and figure out what to do.
Her eyes met Cats. She felt awful for leaving.
What? Cat asked.
If I hadnt been so angry and depressed, Eureka said, if Id been one of those happy people in the hall, do you think my tears would have done this?
If youd been one of those happy people in the hall, Cat said, you wouldnt be you. I need you to be you. Your dad needs you to be you. If Anders right, and youre the only one who can stop this flood, the whole world needs you to be you.
Eureka swallowed. Thanks.
Cat nodded toward the stony hills. So go on with your bad self.
Anders hand found its way into Eurekas. She squeezed and started walking inland, hoping Cat was right and wondering how much there was left of the world to save.
5
DEEP FREEZE
Eureka and Ander followed a swollen stream through a shallow valley and into a world of soft white stone. They crossed a forest of rocky cones flanked by table mountains. They held hands as cacti bordering the stream reached out with needles inches long and sharp enough to tear away the skin.
Eureka worried about the cacti weathering the salt in the rain. She imagined her favorite plants around the worldorchids in Hawaii, olive groves in Greece, orange trees in Key West, birds-of-paradise in California, and the comforting labyrinths of live oak branches back home on the bayoutheir fibers parched and shriveled, disintegrating into salt. She squinted to make the cactus needles appear longer, thicker, sharper, and imagined them fighting back.
Her mud-obscured running shoes reminded Eureka of the photos her teammates used to post after cross-country practice in stormy weather. Brown and gray points of pride. She wondered whether anyone would enjoy a rainy run ever again. Had she robbed the rain of its beauty?
They came around a bend where the steel-blue bay was visible below. There was the rock where theyd made landfall and the tall triangular boulder behind which Cat and her family crouched in front of Anders fire, hanging on. The boulder looked tiny. They had traveled farther than she had thought. It made her nervous to be so far away.
She looked beyond the boulder, at the ocean spreading around them in cloudy light. Slowly, a more regular geometry emerged. Man-made shapes sagged in the deluge. Rooftops. The ghost of the city that had been washed away.
She imagined people beneath those roofs, drowned in her pain. She had floated underneath her devastation in the thunderstone shield, but now Eureka saw it. She didnt know what to do. She wanted to disintegrate in the rain. She wanted to make everything right, right now.
You know, Ander said, youre going to make things better.
Eureka tried to let his supportmake her stronger, like a buttress on a cathedral, but she wondered from where Ander drew his faith in her. He seemed to truly believe that she could fix things, but was it simply because he liked heror was there more to it? He kept saying Solon would answer all their questions if they ever found him.
The path widened into two forked trails. An instinct she couldnt explain told her to go left. Which way? she asked Ander.
He pivoted right. We go east. Ornorth? We need to go up into the mountains so I can see more clearly where we are.
Ander had seemed so confident a moment before, when he was believing in her. Do you have a map? she asked.
He stopped walking and faced Eureka with such sad eyes that she took his hand. She marveled at the way it fit in hers, like no one elses ever had. He looked down and caressed her fingertips.
I see, she said. No map.
The map is in my memory, drawn with lines muttered by my aunts and uncles when I was very young. I dont know why I memorized their words, maybe because talk of the lost Seedbearer sounded strange and romantic, and there was so little excitement in my life.
Eureka dropped his hand. She imagined Cats reaction upon learning Ander had led them to the other side of the world based on an imaginary map. She didnt want to blame Ander. They were here now. They needed to support each other. But she couldnt help thinking about the way that Brooks, though he couldnt read a map even if you held a gun to his head, always wound up in the right place. Hed wound up in her imagination earlier, skimming dark water with his arms. What shore had he landed on when shed blinked and made him disappear?
Ander chose the paths steep right fork. Solon made plans before he escaped. He was headed for a cave in western Turkey, which he called the Bitter Cloud.
The path widened. Eureka sped into a jog. Her right wrist throbbed with every impact of her shoes against the earth, but running lent something familiar to the alien landscape. Her body found a gear she understood.
Ander kept up. When he glanced at her, an agreement flashed between them. They began to race. Eureka pumped her legs. Wind whistled at her back. The salt in the rain stung her eyes and the pain in her wrist was excruciating, but the faster she ran, the less she felt it.
She didnt think she could ever slow down. They were lost and she knew it, entering a tight passage only a few feet wide, bordered on either side by sharply sloping stone. It was like running through a very narrow hallway in the dark. Every step carried them deeper into goneness, but Eureka had to run until this burning was out of her system, until this fever had subsided. Sometime, later, they would catch their breath and figure out what to do.
