CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kevin could feel the next message coming, the signal starting in his headphones, the beginnings of a translation working their way up through him. This was happening now, whether he wanted it or not.
“I don’t think we have much time,” he said. “I can feel it coming.”
Already, people were crowding around him. His mother was there, wrapping her arms around him as if she might protect him from anything that came. Dr. Levin and Professor Brewster were there, both looking worried. To Kevin’s relief, Luna was back up on her feet. She hadn’t been stabbed. Kevin ran to her, hugging her.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“That depends,” she said. “How many of you are there supposed to be?”
Kevin shook his head. “Don’t joke, I was worried about you.”
“You were worried about me? I
