Leaving the shore to walk and think for a while, images of Dave’ flailing hand and the bubble of air, the last air he had breathed, popping on the ocean surface, played over and over in her mind. She pictured his face. He’d tried to make her feel welcome, when no one else in the call center had been friendly. He’d come to her house, thinking she was having a housewarming party. He’d even owned up about stealing the translator. And she had got him killed by eating some of an alien sea.
Carrie reached the edge of the leaf forest where she and Dave had run when the custard ocean was being bombed. She stopped and turned, looking back at the vast yellow expanse. The placktoids had been bombing the ocean, an ocean that could talk and move at will. Of course. It was...it was...what had Gavin cal
