Max listened as the mom said good-bye to Aunt Vicki, who also said a loud good-bye to Lucy.
“Get your seat belt on,” Mom said.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lucky answered, her weight dropping heavily onto the seat just behind Max.
Shoving the suitcase away a little, Max silently rolled over and took stock of her small world: the seat Lucy was in sat high, with an unused storage area beneath. Max crawled under the high seat, her head hugging the floor; she looked up to see Lucy looking down at her. The other girl had to cover her own mouth to keep from squealing in delight. What to Max was an exercise in survival was to Lucy a great adventure.
“You okay, Luce?” Mom asked.
“Fine. Just fine.”
The engine turned over and the SUV coughed to life. “It’ll warm up in here soon, dear.”
“Good. I am kinda cold.”
“Catch your death making that silly snowman.”
“Didn’t you like Frosty, Mom?”
“He was very handsome, dear.”
After a while, the heater was putting out admirably, and Lucy looked at Max, who gave her a little nod. “We’re warm enough now, Mom.”
“We?”
“My new friend... uh... Max... uh... can’t you see her? She’s sitting right next to me.”
Mom let out a little laugh. “Another invisible friend?”
Lucy shrugged.
“Honey, aren’t you getting a little old for that?”
Another shrug. “Max’ll be the last one.”
The banter went on like that for a few more minutes, Lucy slipping Max cookies when Mom was watching the road, Max chewing as quietly as possible. As Max listened to the conversation between mother and daughter — a conversation nothing like the talk between adults and the X5 kids at Manticore... the Mom seemed... nice — the young stowaway realized just how alien a universe she was entering.
Finally, the talking quieted, and music from the car radio played the country western Max was used to, from the Manticore night staff’s boombox. Eventually, Lucy went to sleep, and not long after her, Max drifted off as well.
When Max awoke, the SUV wasn’t moving.
Tensing, she peeked out from beneath the seat, and saw no sign of Lucy’s feet hanging down. Crawling back into the rear of the vehicle, she discovered that the suitcases were gone, too. She listened, but all she heard was silence punctuated by traffic and night sounds.
Max was alone again. Slowly, she crawled out from under the blanket. A glance out the window told her it was the middle of the night; she determined that the Barretts were probably behind the numbered door in front of the SUV, which was parked in a stall indicated by white lines painted on black paving.
Getting out of the vehicle, with all the caution her training had bestowed her, nine-year-old Max climbed down and stretched her tired legs. Being folded up under the seat had taken its toll on her muscles and bones; but on the bright side, she was warm and dry, and judging from the inner calm she felt, Manticore was far behind her. She really didn’t require this much sleep, but the girl was sort of... saving up, not knowing what awaited her. Making sure she was unobserved, she began exploring a little, keeping the SUV in sight at all times.
The weather here was slightly warmer than in the place they’d left, and the snow had practically disappeared, just patches here and there. The SUV sat in the parking lot of a two-story U-shaped concrete building, with the Barretts’ numbered door right in the middle of the bottom of the U. Only twenty or so cars occupied the large lot, and most of them had license plates from the state of Utah.
The girl found a glass door marked LOBBY, peered through and saw lights on, inside. She tried the door and found it unlocked; but when she opened it, a buzzer buzzed. Ducking back outside, behind a parked vehicle, Max watched through the window as a young blond man in a white shirt and tan pants came out of a rear room, looked over the counter at the door, shrugged, then went away again.
Beyond the counter, in the center of the lobby, Max saw a table with a large bowl of fruit in the center. Her stomach rumbled with anticipation. She looked again at the door with that annoying buzzer.
Her training had taught her that no obstacle was unconquerable. She considered the problem for what felt like a long time, her eyes darting to the fruit more often than she would have liked; she should have better control. What was she, a child? Finally, she decided there had to be another way in, and she started around the building to find it.
At the far end of the left upright part of the U, she found what she wanted: another door, this one accessible only by the insertion of a keycard; it didn’t seem to have a human guard, and that alone would make it easier.
She retraced her steps to the Barretts’ SUV, and searched the inside, looking for what she needed. She didn’t find a screwdriver, but in the glove compartment she did come upon a small pocketknife.
That should be adequate.
Five minutes later she had the front cover off the keycard box, had crossed the wires and accessed the hall, then followed it to the lobby where her reward waited in the fruit bowl. After ducking back down the hall with the entire bowl, she quickly devoured two bananas and an orange, leaving the peels as evidence of the hungry animal who’d scavenged here.
Then Max explored long enough to find a bathroom and get a drink of water from the sink, before making her way back to the SUV, a banana and two apples still tucked in her arms.
She nibbled her fruit until finally Lucy and her mom showed up and Max slipped under the blanket, and then they were on the road again.
Lucy wanted to whisper, but Max shook her head, not wanting to risk it. Her belly full, this strange world seeming to the X5-unit surprisingly easily dealt with, Max disappeared under the blanket and slept, contentedly.
Eight hours later, when the vehicle finally stopped for good, and Lucy and her mom had disappeared again, Max climbed out of her hiding place to find herself in a land of sunshine, warmth, and palm trees.
Training videos had shown her country like this before, but it had been an abstraction — she’d never seen anything like it in person. As she stood outside the SUV, she let the sunshine bathe her face, hands, and legs. She couldn’t recall ever being so warm in her life, and she loved it.
Max was standing before a small frame house, smaller than the one where she’d met Lucy; parked in the yard was the SUV, which stood between her and the street, a long, blacktop road with one-story houses lining either side for as far as she could see.
Though they were out of her view, Max heard kids laughing, somewhere. Thinking Lucy might be with them, she took one step before the sound of a woman’s voice stopped her.
“You must be hungry.”
Max whirled to see Lucy’s mom standing behind a screen door. “Uh...”
A kind adult face, with echoes of Lucy’s, bestowed a smile nearly as warm as the sunshine. “It’s all right, honey — Lucy told me about your trouble.”
Max’s first instinct was to run, just run; but the only other adult female she’d ever spoken to outside the gates of Manticore — Hannah — had helped her. And, like Hannah, this woman didn’t seem upset with her — had called her “honey,” an apparently affectionate designation that the woman had also granted her daughter.
Right now, in fact, the woman held open the screen door for Max — held it open wide.
“Wouldn’t you like to come in?” Lucy’s mom asked, displaying a wide toothy smile. “Maybe get something to eat?”
Tentatively, Max approached the woman; getting her first close look at the “mom,” Max couldn’t help wondering if all moms looked like this. Perhaps five foot five inches, and 125 pounds, with dark brown brown hair piled high, Lucy’s mom had her daughter’s wide blue eyes, full lips, and those same long eyelashes. She wore a pale blue dress with small pink flowers on it.