'And I'm not helping you either!' Tally said.
'Tally.' Zane sighed. 'If we don't leave the city tonight, I might as well stick my head in there. These headaches have been coming every three days or so, and now they're getting worse. We have to leave.'
Fausto frowned. 'What are you talking about?'
Zane turned to him. 'Something's wrong with me, Fausto. That's why we have to go tonight. We think the New Smokies can help me.'
'Why would you need them? What's wrong with you?'
'What's wrong with me is, I'm cured.'
'Come again?'
Zane took a deep breath. 'You see, we took these pills…'
Tally groaned and turned away, realizing that another line was being crossed. First Shay, and now Fausto. Tally wondered how long it would be before all the Crims knew about the cure. Which would only make it more urgent for her and Zane to escape the city, no matter what they had to risk.
Tally watched the glassblower with growing unhappiness. She could sense Fausto's disbelief fading as Zane explained what had happened to the two of them over the last month: the pills, the growing bubbliness of the cure, and Zane's crippling headaches.
'So Shay was right about you guys!' he said. 'That's why you're so different now. …'
Shay had been the only one to call Tally on it, but all the Crims must have seen the changes and wondered what had happened. They all wanted the strange new bubbliness that Tally and Zane had. Now that Fausto knew the cure existed, that it was as simple as swallowing a pill, maybe risking a couple of hands in the crusher wouldn't seem so crazy to him.
Tally sighed. Maybe it wasn't crazy. That very morning she had delayed taking Zane to the hospital, waiting outside in the rain for what might have been precious minutes— risking his life, not just a hand.
She swallowed. What was the word Fausto had used? Liquifacted?
The glass object was growing in the woman's grasp, bubbling into overlapping spheres that looked supremely delicate, impossible to repair if shattered. The woman held the glowing shape carefully; some things couldn't be put back together if you broke them.
TaLly thought about David's father, Az. When Dr. Cable had tried to erase Az's memories, the process had killed him. The mind was even more fragile than the human hand — and none of them had a clue what was going on inside Zane's head.
She looked down at her own left glove, flexing the fingers slowly. Was she brave enough to put it in the crusher's metal jaws? Maybe.
'Are you sure we can find the New Smokies out there?' Fausto was saying to Zane. 'I thought no one had seen them for a while.'
'The uglies we met this morning said there were signs they'd come back.'
'And they can cure you?'
Tally heard it then in Faustos voice — he was justifying it to himself aloud, slowly but surely, and would eventually agree to shoot the crusher. It even made perfect sense, in a horrible way. There was a cure for Zane's condition somewhere out in the wild, and if they didn't get him to it, he was as good as dead, anyway.
What was risking a hand?
Tally turned and said, 'I'll do it. I'll pull the triggers.'
They looked at her in shocked silence for a moment, then Zane smiled. 'Good. I'd rather it was you.'
She swallowed. 'Why?'
'Because I trust you. Don't want to be shaking.'
Tally took a deep breath, fighting to keep tears from her eyes. 'Thanks, I guess.'
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
'Are you sure, Tally?' Fausto finally said. 'I could do it.'
'No. It should be me.'
'Well, no sense waiting around.' Zane dropped his winter coat to the floor. He unwrapped his scarf from his wrist and pulled off the glove that had covered his cuff. His bare left hand looked small and fragile next to the crusher's dark mass. Zane made a fist and thrust it into the ice bucket, wincing as the freezing water began to leech his body heat away. 'Get ready, Tally.'
She glanced at their backpacks on the floor, felt to make sure she was wearing her belly sensor, checked the hoverboards at the edge of the shed one more time; the wires under the boards were yanked apart, disconnected from the city grid. They were ready to go.
Tally looked at her cuff. Once Zane's was shattered, the tracking signal would be interrupted. They'd have to do hers right away and get moving. They would have a long run just to reach the edge of the city.
Two dozen Crims waited all over the island, ready to scatter into the wild and draw pursuit in every direction. Each carried a Roman candle with a special mix of colors— purple and green — to spread the signal once Zane and Tally were free.
Free.
Tally looked down at the crusher's controls and swallowed. The two handles were cast in cheery bright yellow plastic and shaped like thumbgame joysticks, each with a fat trigger. When she took hold of them, the power of the idling machine shuddered in her hands, like the rumble of a suborbital plane passing overhead.
She tried to imagine herself pulling the triggers, and couldn't. Tally was out of arguments, though, and the time for discussion was past.
After thirty long seconds in the ice water, Zane pulled his hand out.
'Close your eyes in case the metal shatters. The cold will make it brittle,' Zane said in a normal voice. It didn't matter what the cuff heard now, Tally realized. By the time anyone figured out what they were talking about, they'd be flying at top speed toward the Rusty Ruins.
Zane placed his wrist on the edge of the table, closing his eyes tightly. 'Okay. Do it.'
Tally took a deep breath, her hands trembling on the controls. She closed her eyes and thought, Okay, do it now…
But her fingers didn't obey.
Her mind started to spin, thinking of everything that could go wrong. She imagined flying Zane to the hospital again, his left arm a mass of jelly. She imagined Specials bursting in at that moment and stopping them, having figured out what they were up to. She wondered if Zane had made all the right measurements, and if he'd remembered that the cuff would have shrunk a bit from the ice water.
Tally paused at that thought, thinking maybe she should ask him. She opened her eyes. The wet cuff glimmered like a piece of gold in the crusher's yellow work lights.
'Tally … do it!'
Cold would make the metal contract, but heat…Tally glanced at the glassblower on the other side of the shed, blissfully unaware of the violent, horrible thing that was about to happen.
'Tally!' Fausto said softly.
Heat would make the cuff expand…
The woman held the red-hot glass in her hands, turning it over to inspect it from every side. How was she holding molten glass?
'Tally,' Fausto said. 'If you want, I'll do—' 'Hang on,' she said, taking her hands from the crusher's controls.
'What?' Zane cried.
'Stay here.' She pulled the memory card from the crusher's slot, ignoring the sounds of protest behind her, and ran past hulking lathes and furnaces to the other side of the shed. At her approach, the woman looked up placidly, smiling with middle-pretty calm.
'Hello, dear.'
'Hi. That's beautiful,' Tally said.
The pleasant smile grew warmer. 'Thank you.'
Tally could see the woman's hands now, how they shimmered silver in the glowing red light. 'You're wearing gloves, aren't you.'
The woman laughed. 'Of course! It's rather hot in that furnace, you know.'
