7
“Well, at least your dad has good timing,” Jack mused as he stood and stretched. “It’s just about time for Pete to wake up and we’ll see what Doc’s new toy found today, if anything.”
Nena bowed her head and revisited the dream in her mind. “A hot sneeze. . .” she murmured.
“Nena.” She looked up to find Jack offering his hand and a smile to her. He jerked his head toward the door. “Let’s get going.”
She returned the smile and took his hand. He helped her to her feet and together the pair stepped out into the hall. The white corridors were even emptier than usual.
Jack looked up and down the halls as they passed over intersections. “Scratch must have taken everybody out of here to guard those last four warehouses.”
“Do you think they can keep Death from destroying them?” Nena
