‘We’re back,’ cried Sal, running towards the opening and the alleyway outside. ‘We’re back! We made it!’
Liam nodded. Subdued. ‘We’re back,’ he replied.
Maddy crossed the floor and joined both of them standing in the ruined doorway. She stared out at the brick wall, the rubbish piled against it. She listened to the noises of Brooklyn, the irritable, impatient noises of blissful ignorance. Millions of normal lives being led… all of them content with their little decisions, their little dilemmas, the day-to-day jostle of office politics and the nightly family squabbles.
‘Maddy?’ said Sal. ‘You OK?’
‘What do we do now?’ said Liam.
They were all looking at her. Sal, so much like a little sister, lost without her leading the way. Liam — oh God, poor Liam — was putting a brave face on things, but she knew he was affected badly by what he’d discovered about himself. Bob. Useful, helpful, loyal like a Labrador, but — let’s not fool ourselves here — nothing more than a database on muscular legs.
And now this Dr Anwar and his stupid SpongeBot, the pair of them looking like lost sheep right now.
And I’m everyone’s mom. I’ve got to come up with the ‘what-do-we-do-next’ bit.
Funny thing was that for the first time in a long time she knew exactly what they had to do next.
‘We’ve got to get out of here,’ she said.
‘Huh?’
Maddy stepped back from the ruined shutters. ‘Somebody out there knows exactly where we are, they know exactly when we are… and who we are. And they want us all dead. We’ve got to grab what we can, whatever we think we’re going to need, and we’ve got to get the hell out of here.’
Liam raised his eyebrows. ‘Leave this archway?’
‘Yes.’
‘You mean… like now?’
Maddy nodded. ‘I mean, like, right now.’
