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  “Try a different frequency.”

  She turned dials and pressed buttons, but the quality of the static never changed. When the steady hiss began to grate on her nerves, she clicked it off and shoved it back into her coat.

  “It should be working,” she said.

  “We’ll try again at a higher altitude. I’ll bet it’s a combination of the storm and this location.”

  “You’re probably right,” she said, forcing a smile. “Just interference.”

  They started their journey to the north, prepared to intercept the path that would lead them northeast into the valley.

  * * *

  The sun rose somewhere above the rocky peaks to the east, but did little more than cast a gray pall over the forest. At least it was now light enough to watch their footing more carefully. Neither of them could afford to so much as sprain an ankle or their journey would be over. The maze of pines protected them from the majority of the snow and wind, and the accumulation was only half of what it was in the thin meadow lining the stream, which was nearly invisible beneath a rugged sheet of ice. Soon, even that would vanish until spring.

  Gabriel had known his physical prime was well behind him, but he hadn’t been remotely prepared for this kind of exertion, especially in the thin air so high into the mountains. His lungs burned and his legs ached. It felt as though he were trudging through peanut butter. Whether Jess was any better off or not, she did a better job of hiding it. Her cheeks and nose were scarlet, and clouds of steam burst past her lips in a panting rhythm, but she waited for him to call the breaks, which he had begun to do with increasing frequency.

  They sat on a fallen tree in a small enclave beneath the protective canopy, momentarily shielded from the wind. Jess slipped out of the backpack and set it on the ground beside her. She removed one of the bottles of water and passed it to Gabriel, who tipped it back and took two long swigs, savoring the second. He debated taking off his jacket for a few minutes as he was dripping with sweat beneath, but he knew he needed to preserve his body heat. His best guess was that they were roughly halfway there, and the going on the easy leg had been even more challenging than he had speculated. He was dreading the prospect of scaling the hillside on the opposite side of the stream, which appeared to grow even steeper farther to the east. If they could barely maintain their traction on level ground, how were they supposed to do so on the sharp incline?

  The radio crackled before Cavenaugh’s voice emerged from the static.

  “How’s everybody doing out there?”

  “We’ve reached the trail that leads away from the road,” Maura said. “With all the snow, it took us a while to find it, but we can see timberline from where we are now. Will thinks we should reach our destination within the next two to three hours, barring anything unexpected.”

  “Good. Gabriel? Jess?”

  “We’re still down in the valley and the mountain looks a lot steeper than it did on the map, but I’d imagine we should reach the spring around the same time Will and Maura reach theirs. So long as neither of us fall and break our necks,” Jess said. “How about you guys?”

  Gabriel heard something rustle in the scrub oak behind him and turned toward the sound.

  “Same here,” Cavenaugh said. “We would have been there already if it weren’t for the blasted accumulation. Now that we’re into the forest where it’s not as deep, we’re making decent progress.”

  There was only the gentle swaying of the disturbed branches.

  “I’ll check in on you guys again in an hour,” Cavenaugh said. “Out.”

  Gabriel reached into the bag and removed a granola bar. He unwrapped it, took a bite, and climbed over the log toward the bushes.

  “We should probably get moving again,” Jess said. “The worst is still to come.”

  Gabriel looked back at her and pressed his forefinger to his lips, then crouched in front of the tangle of branches, beneath which the fallen leaves were merely dusted with snow. A crunch of the detritus drew his attention to the right, where a pair of green eyes stared directly at him. There was Oscar, body pressed flat against the ground, partially concealed by a cluster of thin trunks. His one good ear stood erect.

  Gabriel broke off a section of the granola bar and slowly held it out for the cat, which visibly tensed at the movement. He reached deep into the brush. Oscar licked his scarred nose, but held his position.

  There was the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

  Gabriel saw the cat’s eyes tick upward, and in one swift motion, Oscar dashed away into the forest.

  “Damn it,” Gabriel whispered. He scooted back out of the branches and rose to his feet.

  “Is that cat following us?” Jess asked.

  “I managed to get him to eat a hotdog out of my hand last night. I thought maybe he’d take some granola bar, but…”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare him off.”

  “Hopefully we’ll see him again.”

  He was angry she’d startled Oscar to flight, but if she hadn’t done it, he probably would have. After surviving in the wild for so long, the cat had become feral, tapped into his primitive instincts. The idea of catching him was a fool’s proposition.

  “We will,” she said, wrapping her arm around his back beneath the rifle.

  Gabriel hugged her around the shoulders. Without having said so, he knew she understood what he was trying to do with the cat. He gave her a gentle kiss on the bridge of her nose.

  “I suppose we should hit the trail again,” she finally said.

  “Yeah,” he said, reluctantly releasing her from his embrace.

  He helped her into the backpack and followed her to the edge of the woods toward the path. She turned around and smiled. His heart fluttered. He couldn’t help but wonder what the future might hold for them back in the real world.

  * * *

  Just over two hours later, they were both beyond the point of exhaustion, but they were too close to stop now, and in no position to do so regardless. The sharp, snowcapped peak loomed over them from above, a fin of white blowing from the pinnacle. Their zigzagging ascent had brought them to the point where they now had to crawl around tree trunks that grew at bizarre angles from the steep embankment. If a path existed somewhere beneath the snow, they had long since lost it. They had to be close to the hot spring by now. The abrupt transition from forest to bare rock at timberline was perhaps a quarter-mile above them and the satellite image had shown just a hint of water through the overhanging branches.

  Gabriel’s heartbeat was racing and his thoughts were a blur. He both hoped to find some sign of his sister and dreaded the possibility at the same time. The urge to turn around was now more pressing than his will to continue on, but one glance back over his shoulder, down what appeared to be a deadfall into the valley now hidden by snow, and he knew he had no choice but to proceed.

  The wind shifted and pelted him in the face with ice crystals, and something else…the familiar stench of rotten eggs. Sulfur.

  “Do you smell that?” he called to Jess, who was just up the slope to his right. Beyond her was a cloud of mist. No, not mist. It was steam.

  She turned at the sound of his voice and he saw the look of recognition on her face. She had seen it too.

  They scrabbled over the crest of a stony knoll and stared down into a small crater, at the bottom of which was a pool of murky gray water, barely visible through the swirling steam. Sliding down the slick, granite slope, they stood at the edge of a small pool no more than twelve feet in width and twenty feet long. The smell of salt and dissolved minerals washed over them, something of a cross between a marsh and the ocean. Tiny bubbles rose to the surface, like a pot of water only beginning to boil. Uneven stones lined the bottom, covered with a thick layer of hairy moss. The snow melted in the steam and fell to the spring as droplets of rain.

  “How hot do you think it is?” Jess asked.

  “Most geothermal springs are between ninety-seven and ninety-n
ine degrees.”

  “Were it not for all the slime on the bottom, I’d climb right in.”

  Gabriel thought of the strange bacteria they had found on Nathan’s femur and shuddered at the idea of them crawling all over his skin. He walked around the side, careful not to slide off the uneven rocks into the water. If he did and his boot became soaked, there would be no way to dry it and he’d end up losing his foot to frostbite. He scrutinized the choppy surface and the crevices between the stones beneath for any of the telltale signs of the presence of haloarchaea. Granted, they were making an assumption about the unique microorganism, which appeared to be the same as that which had arrived fossilized on the meteorite from Mars, based largely on the physical resemblance to haloarchaea, but the composition of the celestial rock and the known qualities of the soil on the fourth planet made it a sound correlation. Perhaps this new species didn’t have the same need for ultraviolet protection, and hence wouldn’t necessarily produce the same red-tinged pigments. After all, if they were correct about its origin, Mars was hundreds of thousands of miles farther away from the sun, the source of the radiation. Maybe it simply didn’t need to—

  Gabriel stopped and crouched right at the edge. Steam billowed in his face, momentarily warming his cheeks and stinging his eyes. He waved it away and looked deeper into the water. There was a crevice between two jagged rocks, a slash of blackness from which a steady stream of bubbles flowed. And lining the rocks was a thin layer of scarlet, tight lips around the mouth of the geothermal fissure.

  “Well, what do you know,” he whispered.

  Jess knelt beside him and followed his gaze into the murky water.

  “That red stuff,” she said. “That’s what we’re looking for, isn’t it?”

  Gabriel nodded. He wished he had some way of excising a sample of the bacterial growth so he could study it up close. It was staggering to think that these microscopic creatures may have originated across space on a planet that hadn’t seen water in eons. If that was indeed where they had been spawned, then how had they managed to survive the journey? The only other example had been fossilized in a chunk of rock. Maybe what they were looking at now was simply a variation of a naturally occurring species of haloarchaea.

  “Do you think this is where the mountain lion found Nathan’s bone?” Jess asked.

  “It’s possible.” Until that point, he had been specifically looking for the proliferation of microorganisms, and not for human remains. “I didn’t see any other bones right off, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any down there covered in algae.”

  They walked a complete circuit of the spring, often stopping and crouching to get a better look at something on the bottom, until they finally returned to where they started.

  “Nothing,” Gabriel said. Though disheartening, it was still a relief not to have found any skeletal parts. It allowed them to cling to the grain of hope that somewhere their sisters might still be alive.

  * * *

  Gabriel sat on a stone at the edge of the steaming pond and poked a long branch down into the water. He scraped a section of the red growth off of one of the rocks and held it up so he could take a closer look. It was just like any sample of pond scum in texture: slimy, phlegm-like. There were striations, almost as though countless organisms had aggregated into long strands that stuck together to form a sludge. Part of him wanted to believe that these microorganisms had traveled from a distant planet to populate this spring, but they appeared too ordinary. And generally, the answer to any scientific question was the most obvious one. He was probably just staring at an unnamed species of haloarchaea, and nothing more mysterious than that.

  Tossing the stick back into the water, he remembered the verse Jess had quoted from the blog. Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so; thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire. Even studying the red rocks in the water now, he had a hard time imagining anyone calling them “stones of fire,” even metaphorically.

  He rose and ascended the slope to where Jess stood between two tall pines, staring out over the valley through a gap in the branches while talking to Cavenaugh on the walkie-talkie.

  “That’s right,” she said. “There’s nothing here.”

  “You’re sure you found a geothermal spring and not just a freshwater pond?”

  “Please.”

  “And you’re certain you can see that red bacteria down there?”

  “For the hundredth time, yes. We found the hot spring. There’s all kinds of red slime around what looks like where the water comes in, but no sign of human remains.”

  Only a crackle of static responded.

  “We’re almost to our destination now,” Cavenaugh finally said. “Maura, how far out are you guys?”

  “We’ve got to be close. We can’t see anything yet, but we can definitely smell it.”

  “Excellent. Report back as soon as you’re there,” Cavenaugh said. “Jess. You and Gabriel hold your position until we both check back in, and be ready to move in either direction should we find anything. Out.”

  Jess sighed and shoved the walkie-talkie into the backpack again. She looked out over the distant stream a moment longer before turning to face Gabriel. A gust of wind blew a sheet of snow between them.

  “Looks like the storm’s getting—” Gabriel started, but Jess silenced him with a sharp look.

  Their eyes locked and she steered his gaze to his right. She whispered the word “Slowly.”

  He nodded his understanding and unhurriedly turned around. At first he saw nothing but the cloud of steam rising from the spring, until the wind shifted and he momentarily had a clear view of the water and the far bank beyond. Heavily-needled pines shivered loose a shower of snow, which descended as sparkling bits of glitter onto the shrubs beneath. And there, under the cover of a juniper, was a small orange shape with green eyes and one pricked ear.

  “Toss me one of those granola bars,” he whispered, fearing even the slightest movement would send Oscar hurtling into the underbrush. He heard the rustling sound of Jess rummaging through the bag, and then the soft tap of something hitting the ground at his feet.

  Gabriel never allowed his eyes to stray from the cat’s as he crouched and grabbed the bar. He had to glance down at the wrapper to tear it open. When he looked back at the forest, Oscar was gone.

  He cursed under his breath and watched the tree line a while longer before returning to Jess, who must have read the expression of disappointment on his face.

  “He followed us this far,” she said. “You’ll get your chance sooner or later.”

  He smiled at the sincerity of her words and squeezed her hand. She smiled back, and he caught a glint of what might have been mischief in her eyes.

  “Don’t look now,” she said, “but I think our furry friend’s overcoming his shyness.”

  Gabriel turned to his left, and there was the orange tabby, standing right at the edge of the forest, thick winter coat spotted with clumps of snow.

  Oscar sat on his haunches, cocked his lopsided head, and let out a meow.

  * * *

  The cat cautiously crossed the icy rock ledge to where Gabriel knelt with a chunk of granola held as far away from his body as he could manage. Jess crouched beside him with another piece of the broken bar at the ready. As Oscar drew near, his haunches trembled, but he pressed on. Once he was within three feet, he paused, then darted in, took the granola, and scampered back out of range. Only this time, he didn’t disappear into the woods. He dropped his meal onto the ground and positioned himself so he could watch them while he ate.

  After he crunched down the last morsel, he inspected Gabriel, who was already offering another bite.

  A burst of static from the walkie-talkie, and Oscar was gone.

  “Shoot,” Gabriel said.

  “It’s progress,” Jess said as she produced the communications device from the backpack.

  The buzzing soun
d continued until she walked away from the thicker canopy toward the valley slope where the trees thinned significantly.

  “…here now.” Cavenaugh’s voice took form from the white noise. “It’s roughly the size of a swimming pool, but I can’t tell how deep it is. The water’s fairly cloudy. I can maybe see the tops of some rocks…and they’re red. We definitely have confirmation of the bacteria.”

  “We’re here now too,” Maura said. “This one is much smaller. Roughly ten feet in diameter, but it looks really deep. There are all kinds of tiny bubbles, like the water’s carbonated or something. I just…can’t see the bottom. There’s a lot of red stuff though. There’s a ring on the rocks all around the spring. It looks like some kind of sludge. Even the water has a pinkish tint to it.”

  Gabriel looked at the spring behind him and then back at Jess. A knot of tension tightened in his gut.

  “They’re only on the other side of the mountain,” Jess said. “Why would there be so much more bacterial growth?”

  “Did you say pink?” Cavenaugh asked. “We’re getting a lot of feedback on our end. There are only a couple rocks with that stuff growing on them here. Do you see anything else, Maura?”

  “It’s too deep to tell. Will broke a branch off a tree and tried to reach the bottom, but just ended up losing the stick. The spring itself is recessed into what almost looks like a crater. There are fairly steep, slick rock walls all around it. We’re surrounded by a ring of pine trees so large their branches nearly touch across the water.”

  “Do you see any bones, Maura? Any sign that they might have been there?”

  “No. Nothing. Wait…”

  Gabriel heard the muffled sound of Will’s voice, too far from the microphone to be intelligible, a click, and then dead air. He looked at Jess, whose eyes reflected the anxiety that rose within him.