15
We puttered our way through the pitch-black night and into the deserted but lit town. An eerie calm had settled over the neighborhoods. Everyone waited for the return of the time-challenged ship with its tag-along fog.
Orion parked us at the park parking lot and we stepped out. A light mist floated over the creeping river. Large icebergs floated down its icy waters. The ice along either side of the shore stretched a third of the distance across the river, meaning there was a third of it in open, freezing-cold water. The remains of a few of the ice sculptors stuck out of the ice and water.
“We should probably leave our phones in the car,” Orion suggested.
I grimaced, but nodded. “Yeah, but way to jinx us.”
A few cracked giraffes and broken elephants stared at us as we slipped
