see if mine works down here. It does, although I’m not sure I can contact the others back at the hotel.
“You cannot talk her out of this?” the lead guide says to Bridge.
Bridge laughs. “Me? She’s the one in charge.”
“And that,” the guide mumbles loud enough for all of us to hear, “is why no one should ever listen to a woman.”
We all ignore his protest. Instead, I tap the top of the pilot’s seat ahead of me.
“Let’s go,” I say.
As I do, Mikk says to me, “Should we suit up?”
The guide hears. He turns toward us. “In your space suits?”
Mikk isn’t looking at him. Mikk is watching me.
“We have air here. We have cool air here. Drink your water and you will be fine,” the guide says.
But Mikk is waiting for my answer. They all are.
“We’re not going inside the area where they died,” I say. “We’re just going to figure out where that area is.”
“Those areas,” the guide says again. “There is more than one.”
“Still,” I say to Mikk. “We’ll just look. We won’t go deep.”
He sighs, but nods, then settles back in his seat. The pilot still hasn’t moved.
“I guess we should go, then,” Mikk says.
The guide hasn’t said anything. He’s still looking at me. “We cannot see all the death sites.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“They overlap,” he says.
I frown. I think I know what he means, but I’m not sure. The measurements of the station that houses the Room of Lost Souls have changed in the intervening years, as if the station is growing. Squishy, my stealth-tech expert, theorizes that the station is slipping out of one dimension into another.
If we are looking at stealth tech and not some localized phenomenon, then it would be logical to have the areas where the dead were found encroach on other areas.
“Show us what you can,” I say.
“From a safe distance,” Bridge adds.
That surge of resentment is back. But he hasn’t said that because the guide will listen to him instead of me. He’s said that because he wants me to be as careful as possible.
“I do not go close to those places,” the guide says. “I have warned my tours against them.”
And he’s trying to warn me.
“Let’s go,” I say, and this time the guide gives the order. The cart moves forward, deep into the chamber, the strange blue lights reflecting off the cart’s surface like sunlight on the edge of a shuttlecraft.
We pass four corridors before turning down one. Mikk is using his wrist guide to record all of this. I’m doing the same. Carmak is watching everything as if she’s never done anything like it before.
I guess, if you don’t count the tourist dives I’ve taken her on, she never has.
“Do you have a spiel for this part of the tunnels?” I ask the lead guide.
He swallows hard, and then nods. After a moment, he leans forward. “We do not know how to date these,” he says. “The blackness looks the same throughout, but the lighting is different.”
He sweeps his hand upward. For the first time, I notice that the lights have changed from that cool blue to a frosty white. The air is even cooler here, to my relief.
I’m almost beginning to feel at home.
“Our own history says that the first settlers found these caves. They used them as a base while building the first city of Vaycehn.”
“Which means that someone was here before them,” Carmak says.
The guide looks at her. “We believe these tunnels have grown,” he says. “We believe they are natural.”
He says that with the conviction of a devout man who has just heard something potentially damaging about his own religion.
“Even the lights?” Mikk asks.
The guide shrugs. “We think some early settlers may have put them in.”
“Like you put in the blue lights in the chamber,” I say in my most agreeable tone.
The guide looks down. I feel a surge of excitement. They didn’t put in the lights. The lights formed when the black smoothness formed.
“What kind of records are there of that first settlement?” Carmak asks. “Did you find actual evidence of their existence?”
She can barely contain the eagerness in her voice. The guide hears it and smiles for the first time.
“We found a lot of evidence,” he says. “You can find it all re-created in the City Museum of Vaycehn. The section on the first settlement takes up an entire floor.”
“What did you find?” I ask. “Furniture? Clothing? Equipment?”
“Yes to all,” he says. “We found so much that the museum staff