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with great dramatic enthusiasm about her recent triumphs on the stage as a killer clown in a murder mystery set at a circus. She talked about the new tv commercial she was doing dressed as a loaf of bread. And she talked about Rob, Jenny and Shane. Only happy things, funny things. She talked for hours and hours until, exhausted, she fell asleep.
    The storm outside had worsened. It was very cold. Sue wasn’t covered but she was warm, David made sure of that. Then he played with Webster for a while, checked out the snow pictures and set off in search of his family.

Found You
    Shane was tired. The journey had been a long one and it was late. The drive through the mountains in the rain and snow was nerve-racking. The twists and turns in the road were treacherous in the icy conditions. The car felt as though it might slide off the road at any time. Rob had taken his time and remained surprisingly calm and patient.
    When they finally found their chalet on the edge of the ski resort they were exhausted. After dragging out the bare essentials needed for a good night’s sleep, the Hamiltons sat witha warm drink of chocolate milk and gazed out at the falling snow. Their car was already covered with it and would probably be buried by morning. They could see the snowflakes swirling about in the wind under the lights that defined the boundaries of the resort.
    Shane held his mug in both hands and felt the warmth of the steam on his face as he sipped. ‘Will it be good for skiing tomorrow, Dad?’ he asked.
    Rob had no idea. He’d been skiing a few times before he was married and wasn’t a bad skier but he was no expert on snow conditions. He didn’t want Shane to know that, though. ‘Well,’ he said confidently, ‘I think it’s going to be perfect. This will give us a good cover to ski on. It should firm up nicely.’
    Shane was pleased that his father knew so much.
    Jenny looked at Rob and shook her head. ‘We’ll check at the resort office tomorrow,’ she said. ‘They’ll give us a report on the conditions and tell us which slopes we should try first. But now, let’s get some sleep.’
    Shane’s room had a double bunk. He was going to sleep on the top one. He climbed the wooden ladder, rolled into bed and buried himself under the huge lumpy quilt. There was a long narrow window next to his bed and he could peer out into the night. Falling snow flickered silver from time to time. It was strange, almost alien, like being on a frozen planet, maybe Pluto. Shane was feeling the cold. His quilt was thick but he wasn’t as warm as he was at home.
    Home. Shane thought of Webster and scrunched himself into a ball, pushing his face into the softness of the quilt. He listened to his breathing and felt its warmth. He was asleep ina matter of minutes. It was 12:30 am. At 1:30, he had company.
    â€˜There you are,’ said David softly as he floated into Shane’s room. ‘I’ve found you at last.’
    David watched Shane sleeping just as he’d done on the first visit. ‘Aunt Sue told me where you were but I would’ve found you anyway. We can find anyone anywhere, at any time. It’s one of our tricks.’
    Shane shuffled. He was restless. He rolled over, snorted and mumbled something.
    David thought about waking him. He wanted to talk, to explain why he hadn’t come back. How he’d been in terrible trouble for visiting earth without permission. Shane would understand. He knew what being in trouble was like.
    Looking down at Shane, David decided it might not be a good idea to make contact.Shane was tired, away from home and still confused. Aunt Sue was right. David was going to have to be careful. Shane might not talk to him if he showed himself at the wrong time. He would think it was just another dream, and he didn’t want Shane to think he was going crazy.
    David watched him as he tossed and turned. He felt like a burglar in