My mind is still linked with Makish.
Her thoughts are a mess.
Her emotions rise and fall and spin.
She’s nearly in shock.
“I can’t find him, Yagrin,” she sobs.
“The stasis fields are gone, but there’s no trace of Botzar or B’tzel.”
“Maybe they died long ago,” she says quietly, her hope gone.
“No, Makish,” I answer.
“They were alive in the fields, when the ship was still in orbit.”
Have you scanned the ship yet, to find them?” I ask.
“Help me, Yagrin,” she says.
“I can’t touch the web right now.”
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