were.”
Sofia nodded. “Below us the glass just curved toward the bottom in the middle then started back up again. It’s just a big glass tunnel. That’s it.”
Tick folded his arms and leaned back against the tube-a few feet away from the doorway, just in case. “What was that thing we saw zing past last time?” He wondered if maybe they’d gone to a Reality with extremely advanced technology, some form of travel they couldn’t even comprehend.
Sofia seemed to be on the same wavelength. “Maybe it’s some kind of futuristic invention-a train that slides through the tube at lightning speeds. Maybe this is a special kind of glass mixed with a metal we don’t know about and super-magnetized. Maybe.”
“Man, that sounded smart,” Paul said as he joined Tick, leaning against the tube.
Sofia put her hands on her hips and stared at them, as if picking out a criminal from a police lineup. “Okay, so what do we do?”
A long pause answered her. Tick finally broke the silence. “We go in.”
“Now, wait a minute-” Paul began.
“He’s right, Paul,” Sofia said. “What else can we do? We go in and let the door close behind us. Someone is testing our bravery. If we’re willing to just stand out here and roast to death, what good are we as Realitants?”
“What good are we if we get smashed by a big old train?” Paul retorted.
“Courage,” Sofia said. “Master George expects us to be brave.”
“He also expects us to be smart.”
“How about this?” Tick interjected. He stepped away from the tube. “We’ll wait until the door opens and we don’t feel the big vibration of the train-thing. The door opens every half-hour, but maybe the train only comes by at certain intervals. We’ve been here for at least three hours and we’ve only felt the vibration of the train twice.”
“I’m in,” Sofia said quickly.
They both looked at Paul, who took a long moment to think. “Fine-but only if there’s no doubt the train isn’t coming.”
“Sweet,” Tick said. “Line up again.”
They did, and time seemed to move slower than ever. When the door opened next, it was accompanied by the violent vibration of the traveling machine. Tick caught a blurry glimpse of the dark shape as it zipped past.
“See,” Sofia said. “It’s totally obvious when the train is coming. We can probably go in next time. If we don’t see or find anything in thirty minutes, we’ll just come back out.”
Again, the waiting game. Tick felt like the heat and the boredom were slowly driving his mind crazy; his stomach ached for food. He thought of his family, picturing each one in turn. Kayla, finally reading and loving every minute of it. Lisa, getting better at the piano and yapping on the phone constantly. His mom, the best cook he’d ever known-though old Aunt Mabel in Alaska was a close second. Finally, he pictured his dad: big belly, funny hair, gigantic smashed nose and all. Thinking of them made him feel a little better, but his heart panged with sadness as well.
What if this time, he didn’t make it back to them?
His attention came back to the hot desert and big tube when he heard the humming sound again, this time much quieter with no vibrations. The glass doorway melted open, and no one said a word. Together, the three of them jumped through the hole and into the tunnel.
As they slid to the curved bottom of the huge cylinder, Tick heard the swishing sound of the door closing shut behind them.
Chapter 17
Tick was surprised at how the glass felt on the inside-cool, but hard as steel. The light came from everywhere and nowhere at once, a muted glow that made Paul and Sofia’s skin look purple. Glimmering shapes skittered along the interior surface of the tunnel, like reflections from a swimming pool. As Tick stood, he thought he might slip on the shiny surface, but the material had plenty of friction-it was almost sticky.
“What’s that smell?” Paul said, taking a big sniff with a wrinkled nose.
Tick took a deep breath. “Ooh, that does stink.” The air smelled like the chemicals in a portable toilet.
Tick walked as far as he could up the curved side of the tunnel, almost making it to the part where it was completely vertical. He saw a round bubble of glass, about three inches tall, bulging out from the wall. Scared to touch it, he leaned forward and took a closer look. A freaky distortion of his own image stared back at him, but nothing else.
“You’re gonna break your neck,” Sofia said. “Come back down, and let’s figure out what we need to do.”
Tick scooted down on his rear end, then stood back up. “Maybe we should just start walking.”
“Which way?” Sofia asked.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Paul said. “It was a borderline eight on the dumb-guy scale to come in here in the first place. If we start trottin’ off away from this door, we’d be complete idiots. Did you forget about that really big train that goes really fast?”
“Maybe we could stand to the side and jump onto it when it flies by,” Tick suggested.
Paul and Sofia both looked at him with blank faces. Then Paul said, “Dude, you just hit number one on the Top Ten List of Dumbest Ideas Ever Spoken Aloud.”
Tick shrugged. “Maybe. Got any better ideas?”
“Yeah, let’s stand here and hope Santa Claus shows up to tell us what to do.”
“Oh, would you two-” Sofia began.
“Shhh!” Tick said. He thought he’d heard something.
“What?”
“Just be quiet for a sec.” He stilled his body, perked his ears. There it was. A very quiet beeping sound, like a car alarm honking from miles away. “Do you hear that?”
“No,” Paul answered.
“Yeah, I hear it,” Sofia said. “Sounds like it’s far away but I can’t tell from which direction.” She looked down one end of the tunnel, then turned to the other. “That way?”
Tick shook his head, still straining his ears. “No, it sounds like it’s coming from outside the tunnel. Or below us, maybe.”
“Do you people have Superman hearing or something?” Paul said, throwing his arms up in frustration. “I don’t hear a dang-hey, what’s that?” He pointed toward the ceiling.
Tick followed the line of direction, at first not seeing what Paul was pointing toward. Then he spotted it-a blinking red light.
“That looks like a button,” Sofia said.
Tick squinted to get a better look and agreed. “It’s definitely a button. With some words next to it, on a sticker.” The ceiling was about twenty feet above them, just far enough that Tick couldn’t make out the words.
“If you can read that, you are Superman,” Paul said.
“I can’t. But I bet we’re supposed to push that button.”
“You think?” Paul frowned. “Master George built this entire gigantic tube thing just to test us to see if we could push a button?”
“I don’t know,” Tick muttered, feeling confused and discouraged.
After a long pause, all of them staring up at the flashing button, Sofia spoke up. “Maybe if we stood on each other’s shoulders, we could reach it.”
“On each other’s shoulders?” Paul asked. “What does that mean?”
“Well… you’re probably the strongest, though that isn’t saying much.” She looked Tick up and down, weighing him with her eyes. “I’ll get on Tick’s shoulders, then you lift both of us up.”
