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“What happened?”
“I’m hoping you can tell me,” Halli said.
The door to her tent had been shredded. The whole thing hung there in ribbons.
“Hi, boy, happy to see you, too,” I said absent-mindedly as the dog whirled and jumped in pleasure. “Who did this?” I asked Halli.
She pointed at Red.
“What? Why?”
“All I know,” Halli said, “is I was sitting with you there in your kitchen, and the next moment I hear this poor dog howling his lungs out, tearing around the camp like a wild thing.”
“Why?” I asked. “Do you know?”
“The only thing I can figure out,” Halli said, “is that Red woke up at some point last night and realized I was gone. Which means maybe it isn’t really bilocation—maybe we both traveled with our whole bodies yesterday.”
I sat down next to the waning coals of the fire. “
