crystals from your parents' ship.'
This had to be a joke. Like a week ago, Michael found out from Ray that his parents were dead. He also found out that he had no family at all back on his home planet. And now… now his best friend was dying? This had to be a sick joke.
Michael heard Isabel begin to whimper low in her throat. The sound ripped through him. A cry like that should never be coming out of Isabel. She sounded like an animal who had been caught in a trap for days, hopeless, in pain, dying.
Dying. And it would happen to all of them. Soon Isabel would be dying, too. And by then he and Max would probably have already died. Leaving his Izzy to go through it all alone.
'How long?' Michael demanded, breaking the heavy silence.
'Ray said-' Liz began.
'Months, weeks, or days,' Max interrupted, sounding as if he was forcing the words through a barrier at the back of his throat. 'I don't know how long until you or… I don't know when it will start. I guess it happens at different times for different people. It could be years.' He locked eyes with Michael briefly, then his gaze skittered away.
It could be tomorrow, Michael thought, filling in what Max had left unsaid.
'So we need a plan to find the ship,' Alex said. Maria joined in, babbling about notes and maps and stuff.
What was wrong with them? Michael thought. He'd been searching for that ship his entire life. The chances of finding it in the next couple of days were slim. Unless… Michael remembered that Ray said he had hid the Stone of Midnight in the cave. Hmm…
He straightened up and saw Liz staring at him with a tiny half smile on her face.
'I have an idea,' she said slowly.
Alex and Maria kept jabbering. 'Let Liz talk,' Michael ordered.
'I have an idea,' she repeated. 'I was just sitting here, looking at Michael, and suddenly I remembered how we saved him from the bounty hunters.'
'We all made the connection!' Maria exclaimed. 'And it was strong enough to bring him back. Why didn't I think of that! When the six of us connect, it's… I don't even have a word for it.'
Liz turned to Max. 'Maybe the strength of our connection would give you enough of a boost to complete the akino without the crystals. What do you think?'
Michael knew what he thought. He thought it was a monumentally better idea than trying to find the ship in time. And if it didn't work, he would go to the cave and solve this thing himself.
The strength of the connection had saved his life. Why shouldn't it be able to save Max's, too?
Max reached out and took Liz's hand in his left and Isabel's in his right, completing the circle. The connection crackled between the six of them instantly.
This time their auras were like spears of laser light, slashing across the Evanses' living room with an electric sizzle. Shooting out sparks where the six blades of light crossed in the center. There, in the heart of the circle, the six individual colors blazed in a ball of bright white light. His emerald green, Michael's brick red, Maria's sparkling blue, Liz's warm amber, Isabel's rich purple, and Alex's bright orange combined into that one blinding light.
The hair on Max's arms stood up as the strength of his friends blasted into him, turning his veins to live wires. It felt as if they were each directing their essence toward him. He laughed as Alex zapped him an image of Popeye's muscles bulging after a can of spinach, then gasped as Liz showed him a flock of exotic parrots all taking flight at once. The images came faster and faster. Isabel showing herself hitting him with a shovel during a fight when they were kids. A shark, dead eyes and razor teeth torpedoing through the water from Michael. A flower going from blossom to full bloom in seconds from Maria.
An instant later the music rang out. One note for each of them. Each note a different frequency, each setting up its own vibration along his glowing veins.
He felt invincible. Every sense was filled with their connection. The colors of their auras, the sound and feel of their music, the emotion of their images, and the scents, the scents were exploding in his nose-the rose, the cedar, the eucalyptus, the ylang-ylang, the cinnamon, and the almonds. He pulled in a deep breath, drawing the perfumes deep into his lungs, into each tiny air sac.
Now, he told himself. Now!
He reached out with his mind, searching for a glimmer, a whisper, something to give him a direction. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to send a little part of him, of them, out into the universe. Past the edges of the galaxy. Deep into the silence of space.
He felt his body go weightless. Light, so light. As if it had been converted into pure electricity, streaking past planets that had no name. He could almost see them rushing by.
Somewhere out there was the combined psyche of every person who had lived on his planet. Somewhere out there was a living record of every thought, every emotion, every dream. He had to be able to feel that.
I'm here. I want to join you. I want to connect. Max tried to hurl the message out in front of him, throw it across the void.
Suddenly Max thought he heard an answer. As light as a single strand of hair slipping across his face, he thought he felt another mind, or minds, brush against his. He didn't get an image, or a sound, or a scent. But still, he'd felt the touch of something not him. Something from outside the group.
Yes! He shouted the word inside his head. Yes! I want to join you. I need to connect. I have reached my akino.
At the word akino the sound of a million voices filled Max's head. A million voices all speaking at once, all demanding his attention, shrieking louder and louder as they fought to be heard.
Jangled notes of music, with no rhythm, no order, rose over the voices, sending shock waves through his eardrums.
Images of faces, animals, plants rushed through his mind. Deaths, births. Wars, famines, celebrations. Formulas, schematics, equations.
Max could feel the blood begin to rush through the arteries and veins of his brain as he struggled to take it all in. He could feel the vessels swelling, gorged with the blood. Bursting.
He could actually feel the synapses firing their electric currents. Firing again and again, trying to keep up with the demands of all the information. Electrifying his brain.
Max stretched open his mouth and screamed. He thought he heard the others screaming, too-Liz, Michael, Isabel, Alex, and Maria. Screaming for it to stop.
Then all was blackness.
The next thing he heard was a voice. One single voice.
'We have to stop meeting like this.'
Max opened his eyes and saw Ray Iburg staring down at him with both his hands pressed against Max's forehead. 'All better?' he asked.
Max did a quick self-inventory. He actually felt pretty good. Or as good as he'd been feeling since the akino began. 'Yeah. Thanks. How did you know to come?'
'The shout of pain I heard wasn't exactly subtle,' Ray answered. He moved over next to Liz and placed his hands on her forehead.
Max swept the circle. Everyone had been knocked out cold. 'Let me help,' he told Ray, starting to slide over to Isabel.
'Park it,' Ray ordered. 'I don't want to have to heal you twice. What were you all trying to do, anyway?'
'We were trying to help Max connect to the collective unconscious,' Liz mumbled. She sat up, and Max could see that the color was already returning to her face. Ray did good work.
'I'm lucky I didn't find a big vegetable patch when I showed up,' Ray told them as he placed his hands on Michael. 'Another few seconds and you would have been about one IQ point above rutabagas. And I don't know if I'd have been able to get you back.'
'Guess that would make for an interesting valedictorian speech from you, huh, Liz?' Michael asked. 'A rutabaga's thoughts on what to expect after grad.'
