Chapter Seven
Mom was screaming. Dad was screaming. And I was probably screaming, too. Heck, maybe even Valerie was, but I was screaming too loudly to pay attention to her voice in my earcom.
Mimic, however, was not screaming, even though we were falling at approximately one million miles an hour toward an ocean that was looking increasingly closer with each passing second.
“Not to fear!” Mimic shouted, his voice somehow audible above the volume of our screams. “Hang on! It will be a bumpy landing!”
I was about to ask Mimic what we were supposed to 'land' on when we hit the water. Gallons of salt water sprayed over the front windshield, temporarily blocking out the rest of the world. I expected us to go straight down underwater and then drown to death, but to my surprise, the Spinner j
