‘Then the neighbours would have been here, looking after the place,’ Homer said.
‘They got sick too,’ said Fi.
‘That doesn’t explain why all the radio stations are off the air,’ said Corrie.
‘Everyone’s sick then,’ said Fi. ‘There’s a national problem, with some illness or disease.’
‘That doesn’t explain the planes,’ Robyn said.
‘They were just coming back from Commem Day, like we said.’
‘Without lights? And so many of them? Fi, I don’t know if we even have that many planes. I don’t know if our Air Force is that big.’
‘OK,’ said Fi. ‘There is some national emergency, and everyone’s had to go and help.’
‘And the planes?’
‘It’s the Air Force, going to help. And maybe other countries’ air forces too, all helping.’
‘Then why would they have no lights?’ Robyn was shouting now, getting mad, like she did on the netball court.
‘We don’t know that for sure.’ Fi was shouting too. Fi shouting? First time for everything, I thought. Fi continued, ‘Ellie might have been wrong. It was the middle of the night. She would have been half asleep. I mean she only just thought to mention it now. She couldn’t be that certain.’
‘I saw them Fi,’ I said. ‘I’m certain. It didn’t strike me at the time. My eyes were working. It’s just that my brain wasn’t. Anyway, Robyn saw them, and Lee. Ask them.’
‘We didn’t see them,’ Robyn snapped. ‘We only heard them.’
‘Everyone calm down,’ Homer interrupted. ‘Stay calm, or we’ll get nowhere. Come on Fi, what else?’
‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I just think they’ve rushed off somewhere to help. Maybe some whales got stranded.’
‘So two lots of parents rush off without even leaving notes?’ Kevin asked.
‘But if you take out the planes,’ said Fi, ‘you haven’t got nearly as much. Just some little local emergency.’
‘Don’t forget the radio stations,’ Robyn said.
Lee spoke up. ‘Fi, they’re all valid theories. And I’m not saying you’re wrong. You’re probably right, and the planes are just a coincidence, and the radio can be explained away and so on. But the thing that scares the sweat out of me is there is one theory that does fit all the facts, and so bloody neatly it’s perfect. Remember our conversation that morning in Hell? How Commemoration Day would be the ideal day to do it?’
Fi nodded dumbly, tears rolling down her face. We were all crying again now, even Lee, who kept talking as he wept.
‘Maybe all my mother’s stories made me think of it before you guys. And like Robyn said before, if we’re wrong,’ he was struggling to get the words out, his face twisting like someone having a stroke, ‘if we’re wrong you can laugh as long and loud as you want. But for now, for now, let’s say it’s true. Let’s say we’ve been invaded. I think there might be a war.’
Chapter Seven
It was terrible waiting for it to get dark. We kept starting out, saying ‘OK, that’s enough, let’s go’, then someone would say ‘No, wait, it’s still too light’.
That’s the trouble with summer, it’s daylight for an awfully long time. But we’d made a decision to play it safe and we stuck to it.
The moon was thin and late to rise, so when we did get going it really was quite dark. We had a couple of torches that Homer had been able to find but we’d agreed not to use them unless absolutely necessary. We left Millie on a blanket in Homer’s kitchen. She was too weak to move far. We walked along the road for about a k and a half, then branched across the last of the Yannos’ paddocks, taking a short cut to the lane that led to Kevin’s. I walked with Homer but we didn’t talk much, except when I suddenly remembered I hadn’t asked him about their dogs. ‘We only had two left,’ he said, ‘and they weren’t there. I’m not sure where they might have gone. I think Dad said something about taking them to the vet. They both had eczema badly. I can’t remember if he said that or if I just imagined it.’
Once we were in the lane Kevin starting running. There were still about two k’s to go but, without a word being exchanged, we all started running too, behind him. Kevin’s a big guy, not built for sprinting, and he lumbered along like a draft horse, but for once we couldn’t keep up with him. Except Robyn, who was always fit. After a while I couldn’t see them ahead of us, but I could hear Kevin’s heavy panting coming out of the darkness. As we grew closer to the house Lee called, ‘Be careful when you get there Kev’, but he got no reply.
He beat us there by two or three minutes I’d say, he and Robyn. But there wasn’t much point. His house was the same as Homer’s and mine. Three dead working dogs on chains, a dead cockatoo in a cage on the verandah, two dead poddy lambs by the verandah steps. But his old pet corgi had been locked in the house, with a bucket of food and a bucket of water in the laundry. She was alive but she’d chosen one of the bedrooms for a toilet, so the house smelt pretty foul. She was delirious with joy to see Kevin; when we got there she was still leaping at his face, crying pitifully, doing excited midair stunts and wetting herself with excitement.
Corrie, grim-faced, went past me with a mop and a handful of rags. I’d noticed when I’d stayed with Corrie that if things got too emotional she’d start cleaning up. It was a useful habit she had.
We had another quick conference. There seemed to be so many problems and so many choices. Robyn had the bright idea that bicycles were quick and silent – the perfect transport. Kevin had two little brothers, so we scored three bikes from their shed. Homer asked if we knew anyone who wouldn’t have gone to the Show; he’d realised that finding someone who’d stayed home that day might be the solution to the whole mystery. Lee said he didn’t think his parents would have gone: his sisters and brothers usually went, but not his parents. Kevin said he wanted to bring the corgi, Flip, along with us. He couldn’t bear to leave her alone again after what she’d been through.
This was a tough one. We all felt sympathetic to the dog, who seemed to be attached to Kevin’s heels by a metre of invisible lead, but we were starting to get more and more conscious of our own safety. We finally agreed to take her with us to Corrie’s, and make another decision depending on what we found there.
‘But Kevin,’ warned Lee, ‘we might have to make some ugly choices.’
Kevin just nodded. He knew.
Robyn, who’d thought of the bikes, ended up jogging most of the way to Corrie’s. We could only get two on a bike, and she said she needed the exercise. Homer dinked Kevin, who nursed Flip in his arms. The little corgi spent the whole trip licking his face in an ecstasy of love and gratitude. It would have been funny, if we’d had any emotional energy left to laugh.
The image I’ll always remember from Corrie’s place is of Corrie standing alone in the middle of the sitting room, tears streaming down her face. Then Kevin came in from checking the bedrooms, saw her, and moving quickly to her took her in his arms and held her close. They just stood there for quite a few minutes. I liked Kevin a lot for that.
Under a lot of pressure from Robyn we agreed to try to eat before doing any more. She had been so logical all evening, and she was still being logical, even though it was her house that we would head for next. So she and I and Homer made sandwiches with stale bread and salami, and lettuce and tomatoes from Mrs Mackenzie’s famous vegetable garden. We made tea and coffee too, using long-life milk and a little solid-fuel camping stove. It was hard to force the food down our dry and choked-up throats, but we nagged and nagged until everyone had eaten at least one sandwich, and it did make a difference to our energy and morale.
We decided as we ate that we would go to Robyn’s, but we knew that we were heading into a whole new set of problems. Out here in the country, where most of us lived, where the air was free and the paddocks wide and empty, we had still been moving fairly confidently. Danger just didn’t seem real. We knew that if there was trouble, if there was danger, it would be in town.