had made me feel such guilt for what I was. Of course, none of the others had stuck around to complain about the situation.
The sun was close to the tips of the western hills when we had our first disagreement. The long shadows created strange patterns across the road, making it hard to avoid the rocks and craters.
There it is! Melanie crowed as we caught sight of another formation farther east: a smooth wave of rock, interrupted by a sudden spur that swung a thin, long finger out against the sky.
She was all for turning immediately into the brush, no matter what that did to the car.
Maybe we're supposed to go all the way to the first landmark, I pointed out. The little dirt road continued to wind in more or less the right direction, and I was terrified to leave it. How else would I find my way back to civilization? Wasn't I going back?
I imagined the Seeker right at this moment, as the sun touched the dark, zigzagging line of the western horizon. What would she think when I didn't arrive in Tucson? A spasm of glee made me laugh out loud. Melanie also enjoyed the picture of the Seeker's furious irritation. How long would it take her to go back to San Diego to see if this had all been a ploy to get rid of her? And then what steps would she take when I wasn't there? When I wasn't anywhere?
I just couldn't picture very clearly where I would be at that point.
Look, a dry wash. It's wide enough for the car-let's follow it, Melanie insisted.
I'm not sure we're supposed to go that way yet.
It will be dark soon and we'll have to stop. You're wasting time! She was silently shouting in her frustration.
Or saving time, if I'm right. Besides, it's my time, isn't it?
She didn't answer in words. She seemed to stretch inside my mind, reaching back toward the convenient wash.
I'm the one doing this, so I'm doing it my way.
Melanie fumed wordlessly in response.
Why don't you show me the rest of the lines? I suggested. We could see if anything is visible before night falls.
No, she snapped. I'll do that part my way.
You're being childish.
Again she refused to answer. I continued toward the four sharp peaks, and she sulked.
When the sun disappeared behind the hills, night washed across the landscape abruptly; one minute the desert was sunset orange, and then it was black. I slowed, my hand fumbling around the dashboard, searching for the switch for the headlights.
Have you lost your mind? Melanie hissed. Do you have any idea how visible headlights would be out here? Someone is sure to see us.
So what do we do now?
Hope the seat reclines.
I let the engine idle as I tried to think of options besides sleeping in the car, surrounded by the black emptiness of the desert night. Melanie waited patiently, knowing I would find none.
This is crazy, you know, I told her, throwing the car into park and twisting the keys out of the ignition. The whole thing. There can't really be anyone out here. We won't find anything. And we're going to get hopelessly lost trying. I had an abstract sense of the physical danger in what we were planning-wandering out into the heat with no backup plan, no way to return. I knew Melanie understood the danger far more clearly, but she held the specifics back.
She didn't respond to my accusations. None of these problems bothered her. I could see that she'd rather wander alone in the desert for the rest of her life than go back to the life I'd had before. Even without the threat of the Seeker, this was preferable to her.
I leaned the seat back as far as it would go. It wasn't close to far enough for comfort. I doubted that I would be able to sleep, but there were so many things I wasn't allowing myself to think about that my mind was vacant and uninteresting. Melanie was silent, too.
I closed my eyes, finding little difference between my lids and the moonless night, and drifted into unconsciousness with unexpected ease.
Chapter 11: Dehydrated
Okay! You were right, you were right!" I said the words out loud. There was no one around to hear me.
Melanie wasn't saying "I told you so." Not in so many words. But I could feel the accusation in her silence.
I was still unwilling to leave the car, though it was useless to me now. When