“She’s somewhere in that prison.” Lichen Roosevelt glances up. “Tall and narrow.”
“Like in the windows,” her companion Fern Stalin said for clarification, mainly to the reader of this here text. “The prison itself is rather short and squat, despite appearances from our angle.”
“Right right. Well?”
“France was a no go,” Fern said to Lichen.”Nothing in Mercury-Gemilli, or what we could detect at the time.”
“We had our Star Team tricorders,” said Lichen to this. “We should have sensed something if something was there.”
“Maybe later,” encouraged Fern.
“Maybe later,” echoed Lichen.
They begin to prepare for scaling the walls…
—–
“Liz!” Lichen exclaimed, waking her up.
“Shhhh. Keep it down!” she whispered as loud as safely possible, she felt. But she was overjoyed at the sight. At long last they meet almost eye to eye again. Get me out of here!
Sunklands 