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the Circle’s future without Thomas to lead them, but as Kara, who suddenly feared for her brother’s life.
    â€œThen we have to go back!”
    â€œWe have the tribe to think about.” He took a deep breath. “First the tribe, then Thomas. Assuming he’s alive.”
    She was about to reprimand him for even suggesting such a thing, but then it occurred to her that, as Mikil, she agreed.
    She faced the desert. “Then we stay here,” she said.
    â€œThey’ll follow our tracks.”
    â€œNot if we block the tunnel. Think about it. They’ll never expect us to stay in these canyons. Anywhere but here, right? And they’ll never find this cavern. There’s a red pool nearby, water, food. I don’t want to go deep if they have my brother.”
    The emotions mixing in Mikil’s chest were enough to make her want to scream. She was Mikil, but she was Kara, and as Kara she’d awakened into a firestorm. Surprisingly she’d felt only a little fear, even with the Horde’s arrows narrowly missing her head. Mikil had been up against the Scabs a thousand times, most often in hand-to-hand combat.
    On the other hand, it wasn’t the status quo for the civilians in her charge. They’d lost six in the attack, including Jeremiah. Her heart felt sick.
    But there was another emotion pulling at her. The desire to wake up in Dr. Myles Bancroft’s laboratory. Thomas had taken the Book—now she wished she’d taken it. There was no telling how many more opportunities they would have to write in it. The thought of those few words she’d written actually having power on Earth made her spine tingle. She had to get back to see if they had worked. Imagine . . .
    Johan scratched his chin and looked around. “If we block the tunnel, they’ll see that we blocked it.”
    â€œLet them. When they can’t find us, they’ll assume we went deep.”
    â€œThey’ll still look for our trail.”
    â€œThen we’ll give them one that takes them away from here, further west and into the desert. With the night winds blowing our tracks, they will be lost by morning.”
    He was silent, thinking.
    â€œI refuse to go deep as long as Thomas’s fate is uncertain.”
    He nodded. “It could work. But we don’t block the tunnel at its entrance. It’s too late for that anyway.” He ran to his horse and swung into the saddle. “We have to hurry.”

6
    Kara. Wake up.”
    She felt her shoulder being shaken.
    â€œThat’s it, dear. Wake up. You’ve been sleeping for two good hours.”
    Kara stared at the frumpy figure at her side. Dr. Myles Bancroft wore a knowing grin. Dabbed a handkerchief on his brow.
    â€œTwo hours and not one dream,” he said.
    The lights were still low. Machines hummed quietly—a computer fan, air conditioning. The faint smell of human sweat mixed with a deodorant.
    â€œDid you dream?” he asked.
    â€œYes.” She pushed herself up. He’d wiped the blood from her arm and applied a small white bandage. “Yes, I did.”
    â€œNot according to my instruments, you didn’t. And that, my dear, makes this not only a fascinating case, but one that is duplicable. First Thomas and now you. Something is happening with you two.”
    â€œIt’s his blood. Don’t ask me how this all got started, but my brother is the gateway between these two realities.”
    â€œI doubt very much that there are two realities,” he said. “Something is happening in your minds that is certainly beyond ordinary dreams, but I can promise you that your body was here the whole time. You didn’t walk through any wardrobe to Narnia or take a trip to another galaxy.”
    â€œSemantics, Professor.” She slid off the bed. “We don’t have time for semantics. We have to find Monique.”
    Bancroft looked at her with a sheepish grin tempting his face, as