Finn: he appeared on my IM buddy list and we had a video chat, he’s in trouble, we’re all in trouble.
philitup: and?
Finn: serious problems, philby, stay by the door, we don’t want anyone entering unannounced and reading us.
Philby’s and Maybeck’s avatars pushed the couch to block the room’s entrance. Philby stood there, just behind the couch, while the others moved to the far side of the room. Charlene brushed her hair in the mirror. Maybeck’s avatar shot free throws at a basketball hoop on the wall.
Finn described the meeting with Wayne as simply as possible.
Finn: the Animal Kingdom is installing a DHI server—animal hosts as guides, our old friend thinks the original server may have been cloned, possibly when Maleficent was hiding out in the server room, remember that? if that’s right, the Overtakers may have their own DHI server, or they may have control of the new one at AK. that means if we go to sleep they may be able to cross us over—to control us and prevent our return, we’d be in perma-sleep the same way Maybeck was at Space Mountain. Sleeping Beauty Syndrome.
willatree: Jez’s DHI
Finn: exactly, that was them, it confirms some kind of second server is up and working.
philitup: are you saying we can’t go to sleep?
Finn: he’s warning us not to.
philitup: exactly how long does he think we can stay awake?
Finn: depends on how much Coke we can drink.
angelface13: i’m tired right now. Charlene’s avatar finally turned away from the mirror.
mybest: this is crazy.
Finn: we can do whatever we want, he’s just warning us.
mybest: not to sleep.
Finn: yes.
mybest: and I’m saying that’s crazy.
philitup: so what’s the drill?
Finn: we find jez and get her to safety, then we find or destroy this cloned DHI server and put it out of commission.
mybest: all before we go to sleep.
Finn: that’s the safest for all of us
It was a long time before any dialogue lines appeared above any of the avatars. Finally, Willa’s avatar stepped away from the others.
willatree: if it was my sister, i’d be freaking out
angelface13: same here.
mybest: do we know they’ve got her in AK?
Finn: remember the monkeys we saw tonight? they’ve got to be from the Animal Kingdom! and it fits with what the old guy said about the server—that’s AK as well.
philitup: AK’s a big park
angelface13: i love Animal Kingdom
mybest: we can’t get in there at night without being busted, i don’t need any trouble, my aunt is using my DHI money for my college.
Finn: the guy who chased philby and me…turns out he’s with the old guy…he can get us in around 5 am, when the park is waking up. there’s work to do before then, we need to know everything there is to know about the park
mybest: such as?
Finn: layout and cast members—that’ll be willa. electronics and security—philby, of course, including the coldest buildings, maybeck will find out everything about the animals—their feeding, where they’re kept, how dangerous they are. charlene: we may need costumes, ways to blend in.
i’ll IM with amanda. she mentioned her sister’s diary, amanda will be part of this. Anyone have any trouble with that?
No one typed a thing.
Finn: okay, good luck getting out of your houses, i’m going on bike, we should all bring our DSs so we can communicate, everyone has one, right?
He waited. No one came on to say they didn’t own a DS.
Finn: meet up with a food truck at 4:45 am outside the entrance to the Animal Kingdom Lodge, the dapper dan guy will be driving, if anyone can’t make it early, we’ll all meet after the main gates open on the path leading in to the Rainforest Café, agreed?
mybest: i’m in
philitup: me too.
willatree: likewise
angelface13: what if we can’t find jez?
Finn had half expected a question like that from Charlene. But he wasn’t prepared for the sinking feeling in his gut as he read it. His fingers hesitated briefly above the keyboard. And then he typed.
Finn: that’s not an option.
12
FINN DIDN’T GET ANY great joy from sneaking out of his house at 1 AM. His parents were pretty good about giving him his privacy and space. The two things they asked in return were honesty and trust. He broke their trust by opening his second-story window and shinny-ing down the fire rope installed for emergencies. The only justification for his actions was that this qualified as an emergency—though he’d never be able to explain it to them. If caught, he’d be grounded for all eternity.
He quietly walked the Hawk Tracer BMX out to the sidewalk. Then he climbed onto the bike and took off down the sidewalk. It was the most beautiful bike he’d ever owned—silver-and-black frame, monkey bars, alloy levers—and it ripped along, teasing him into trying a few tricks, such as jumping curbs and popping wheelies, which he resisted because of the dark.
He kept to the residential streets as much as possible, avoiding the busier avenues, afraid that a policeman would stop and question a kid on a bike. It was a long ride, and he settled into a rhythm of slowing at stop signs, looking in all directions for headlights, and then crossing—but never fully stopping. The residential streets were totally quiet and empty of cars. Soon he had two miles behind him. Then three. He crossed two major avenues, finding his way into Orlando’s older neighborhoods, one connecting to another. Finally, the residential gave way to the commercial. He flew past shuttered buildings, businesses of every kind: psychic readings, dry cleaning, a yarn store, a bakery, dozens of restaurants and coffee shops, dog grooming, curtains and drapes, lamps, a half dozen banks, and a copy shop. He spotted the red tile roof and stucco walls of a building he’d been to once before. Amanda’s house.
It had a tall, stained-glass window in the front, just below a squared-off steeple that showed a white angel against a blue background. Maybe it had once been a church.
He pulled the bike around back to an apron of cracked blacktop that had once been a parking lot. He locked the BMX to a metal railing and then circled the building, wondering, What now? He’d never been inside Amanda’s house before, though he assumed, from what she’d said, that she and Jez had separate bedrooms. Each ground-level window had a grid of heavy wrought-iron bars on the outside to protect against burglars; it gave Finn a ladder to climb. He went from the railing to the bars on a window, grabbed hold of an iron pipe running from the gutters, threw a knee up over the edge, and pulled himself onto the Spanish-tile roof. He walked gingerly, for the first tile he stepped on cracked.
A shade was pulled down blocking the first window he reached. Finn edged around the corner to another window with its shade up. There was a small solar panel propped up on the window ledge. It was dark behind the glass. Finn cupped his face to the glass and was able to make out an empty bed. There were no posters on the wall—no artwork at all. The place looked dumpy and unlived-in. He took this to be Jez’s room. There were no bars across the second-story windows, so he tried to open one, but it didn’t budge. He moved along slowly; the roof was steeply pitched. The Spanish tile felt smooth and slippery beneath his sneakers.
The last window on this side had its shade up, but gauzy curtains were pulled across it. It also had the same kind of solar panel outside—this one taped to the jamb. He tried cupping his eyes with his hands to the glass but could barely see anything in the dark room. What he did see was a pair of sneakers on the floor: Amanda’s black high-tops. Convinced he had the right room, he tapped lightly on the pane. Waited. Tapped again.
All at once, black objects fled from the overhead eves. Bats! Finn instinctively jumped back, slipped, and fell face-first to the curved tile roof. He reached out and clawed his fingertips into the windowsill. Just then, the curtains sprang back, and there was Amanda
looking out the rain-stained window at him, her face a sleepy, twisted knot of curiosity. She wore a spaghetti-strap top and plaid pajama bottoms.
Finn’s fingers slipped an inch, leaving scratch marks on the sill. Another half inch, and he was gone.
Amanda threw open the window and grabbed both his wrists. They locked grips. She put her foot to the wall and heaved and pulled. Finn grabbed the inside of the sill, got his knees under him, and, with her help, climbed inside.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“The front door is easier,” Amanda said in a normal voice. “Or you could have called.”
“Shhh!” he said, ducking low, as if that would help.
“Why?” she said, again in her normal voice. “I’m the only one here.”
“What?”
“I…ah…” Amanda switched on the light. It was a dim compact fluorescent bulb hanging from a wire that led to a car battery. A second wire led from the battery to the window and the solar panel beyond. As Finn took all this in, Amanda spoke, but unlike the Amanda he knew, she wasn’t telling the truth. “Our mother…my mother…she…she…her sister down in Boca needed her. She had to leave suddenly. Left me by myself.”
“All alone?”
“I’m a big girl.”
“You’re fourteen. My parents never leave me alone overnight.” He paused as their situation sank in. “You’re alone? We’re alone?” He spoke in his normal voice.
He took in the light, the battery, and the solar panel outside the window. He saw no light in the hallway. He’d seen no other lights from the street.
“We are. Stay there.” She went to a closet and put on a robe. She sat down on the edge of her bed and pointed to a rickety chair at the desk.
Finn moved the chair closer.
“It’s two in the morning,” she said. “Just for the record.”
The air from the open window was cool. The curtains danced at the sides. Amanda stood and closed the window. “Whoa!” she said. “Check it out!”
It took Finn a moment to spot the bat hanging upside down from the eaves above the window. It was big, though Finn didn’t want to appear scared by a bat. It had a blue iridescence to its black wings, tucked at its sides. It looked dangerous.
“Creepy,” he said.
“There are a lot of bats here,” she said. “I think they live in the attic. Though that’s the biggest one I’ve seen, by far.”
She pulled the curtains, shuddered, and sat back down on the bed. “They make the weirdest sounds at night. Sometimes I have trouble sleeping.”
“Flying rodents. Never been a big fan. I’m not one of those guys with rats for pets. No thanks.”
“I’ve never had a pet.”
“Seriously?”
“We moved around a lot.” She blushed and looked away; he wondered what that was about.
“You remember Wayne?” he asked.
Her eyes went wide. “I thought he’d disappeared.”
“Yeah, So did I.” Finn went on to explain his encounter with Wayne, and then the meeting that had followed. Amanda interrupted several times, clarifying the connection between Jez’s disappearance, her DHI being seen at the Magic Kingdom, and the possibility that the DHI server had been cloned.
She sat for several long minutes with her head in her hands, her hair cascading over her forearms and forming a veil she hid behind.
“I’m going to trust you,” she said.
Finn felt a shiver. He looked up at the bat, a long, dark silhouette seen through the translucent curtains. “Okay,” he said.
“I can trust you, right?”
“Right.”
“Because I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”
He didn’t say anything, but she had every cell in his body focused on her.
“Most people, they would never believe it. And that’s a good thing. It’s better if people don’t believe it. It’s safer for everyone. There’s some saying about hiding behind ignorance, isn’t there? There should be, if there isn’t. Am I rambling?”
“Sort of.”
“Nervous.”
“It’s just me.”
She came up from under the veil of hair and met Finn’s eyes. Hers were close to tears, shining like marbles. “You, of all people, might understand. You and the others. I can’t think of anyone else. Maybe you won’t believe—and that’s okay,” she said, reaching out and touching his knee. “I won’t be mad or anything.”
“I can’t believe it if I never hear what it is,” he said, a little impatiently.
She nodded, her eyes apologetic. “Jez and I are different,” she said.
“I know that,” he said quickly. “You’re very different.”
“No…I don’t mean from each other. I think it might be better if you just listen. No offense or anything, but this is kind of hard to explain.”
He nodded, thinking he shouldn’t speak.
She saw this and giggled. Covered her mouth. Looked as if she might cry. When she spoke, it was very softly.
“I guess the only way to explain this is just to say it.”
Works for me, he thought, but didn’t say so.
“We’re Fairlies.”
“You mean: fairies?”
“No. Fairlies. As in, fairly human. It was supposedly a joke a long, long time ago, but it stuck. Fairlies. Go figure. We’re not witches or fairies, or anything like that. We’re just kids with…unusual abilities.”
“Such as?”
“I’m not allowed to say. Sorry. Rules, you know?”
“You and Jez are sisters?”
“Sort of, I guess. Not exactly. We’re both orphans. All Fairlies are orphans. My parents drowned. Jez’s went on this trip to South America and never came back. They think pirates—real pirates—got them. She and I were raised in the same foster home. That’s why I call her my sister. Fairlies display certain qualities at a very young age: spoon-benders, mind readers, clairvoyants. There was a boy who could set fire to things by just looking at them. Very strange. But real. Jez dreamed the trouble here in the Parks. This was way before you guys were hired to be the models for the DHIs. She and I…we kind of ran away. Not recommended, I might add.”
Finn understood the solar panels then: there were no parents. Jez and Amanda lived by themselves.
“The day we got here, Maleficent put a spell on Jez or bewitched her or something. Jez didn’t even recognize me. Then you and the DHIs came along. Somehow, you released her right before Maleficent was captured. I wanted to go back after that, to the foster home, but Jez had more dreams. She keeps them in a diary, a journal,” she explained.
“So, she can dream the future?” Finn asked skeptically.
“Believe whatever you want to,” Amanda said, “or not. I believe the Overtakers have taken Jez prisoner to prevent her from interfering with whatever they have planned.”
Finn’s skin crawled. He felt slightly sick to his stomach.
She stared at Finn long and hard, her eyes fiery pinpricks. “I can’t expect you to believe any of this. Asking that is probably too much. I hope you do someday. I hope this makes us better friends, not worse. I’m trusting you in ways I’ve never trusted anyone.” She paused. Her breathing was labored, her skin flushed. Finn felt as if he might explode with anticipation.
“And your powers?” he asked.
“Sorry,” she said squinting. “Can’t say. Not now. Not yet, anyway.”
“You and Jez are squatting. Here, in this house, this church. Whatever it once was. The solar power.” He pointed.
Amanda eyed Finn cautiously. “You’re not going to tell.”
“I’ve got bigger secrets than this, believe me.”
“It was closed up. Abandoned. We always enter by the back. We’re very careful. Only once have I used the front door, and that’s when you and your mother dropped me off here. I wasn’t even sure it could open.”
“And the neighbors?”
“What neighbors? It’s stores and stuff. No one’s e
ver said anything. It’s only been a couple of months. The water’s on. It’s cold; no hot water, but it works. We shower at school. The toilets work.”
“This is way cool.”
“It’s not great, but it’s what was available. We had to think fast.”
“Don’t Fairlies have money?” he asked.
“If you’re going to tease me, we’re done here.”
“Can’t take a joke?”
“Not about that. And yes, I have an after-school job. But right now, I think we both could use some sleep.” She yawned.
“No! We can’t sleep,” he said. “Wayne says if any of us—the DHIs—go to sleep, we might get trapped the way Maybeck did last time. He said the only way to protect ourselves is to find Jez, get her to safety, and then find and crash the second server.” He let this sink in. “We need your help. That is, only if you want to.”
“Of course I want to.”
He liked the idea of her being involved. She was the most unusual girl he’d ever met. He wondered what powers she might have and why she wouldn’t tell him about them. “You were going to join us on IM,” he reminded her.
“Yeah, well…my computer access is through our local library. A little late for that.”
“So what about her journal? Can I see it? Maybe she left clues or something. We don’t know what we’re looking for, and it’s a huge park. We’re all real tired, and we haven’t started. We don’t know for sure she’s in the Animal Kingdom. Wayne thinks so, but no one knows for sure. I don’t know if you can help, but—”
“Absolutely. I absolutely want to help if I can.”
She took off, out the bedroom and down the dark hall. A light popped on in the next room, casting a trapezoid of light against the far wall, where a mural of a woman’s stern face had been painted. She seemed to be looking at Finn. He ducked back into Amanda’s room.
She returned, clutching a leather journal. Reluctantly, she passed it to Finn. “This is private stuff, remember?”
Finn nodded and flipped through the pages. The diary was filled with writing, drawings, sketches. Clippings and photographs had been pasted, paper-clipped, and stapled to the pages. Fortunes from fortune cookies. Ticket stubs.
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