“There must be
something we can do,” Brock insists.
“What?” Tulip
demands in reply, “What can we do? We all walked in naked, through
the decontamination process. There isn't a single atom in here that
came from outside. No insects, no bacteria, nothing. All we can do
is sit and wait for more of us to show up or our captors to tell us
why we're here.”
“The paving stone?”
Brock asks, “In the pantry? I left it open. Whoever comes next
will see that, might make them more wary.”
“We all left it
open,” Wren tells him, “Somebody puts it back.”
“Well then,” Fox
springs to life once more, “Who do you think the Forest will send
next?”
