seat.”
“We’ll be right behind you guys,” said Lafonda. Her hair was out of place and her face look frazzled. “You’ll drive— right, Angela?”
Angela nodded and then noticed the blood on her hands. “Make sure you keep pressure on that,” she said, quickly, before Chief Rosales could close the door. She smiled weakly at Jonathan and he returned a reassuring smile. “We’ll be right behind you.”
“Wait!” cried Nathan, after the car left the field and pulled on to Route 7. “What about Jon athan? Isn’t he a Spirit Walker or something?” He looked frantically at Malick. “Why can’t he just take us to the hospital? Doesn’t he have the ability to go between realms?”
Sadly, Malick shook his head. “No,” he said, staring at Chief Rosales and Argus, apprehe nsively. He lowered his voice. “His ability doesn’t work that way and besides, he can only travel to the Space-In-Between or Spirit Realm while in spirit form.” Swiftly, Malick took off his leather jacket. He then removed his shirt and tried to draw some of the blood that was running down the sides of Jonas’s neck. “And for Jonathan that just happens to be….”
“A black fox,” said Nathan, looking hopefully into J onas’s eyes. Cautiously, he cradled Jonas’s neck. “Hold on Jonas — please, just hold on, and don’t try to speak.”
“But wait,” whispered Nathan, abruptly. “Why does it work that way for Jonas and Bobby? They can travel to the Spirit Realm.”
“That’s because they’re not Spirit Walkers,” whispered Malick.
Suddenly, Nathan recalled what Jonathan said at the clo sing ceremony about the smaller symbols around the Firewalker symbol in the caves. “They’re Travelers,” whispered Nathan, slowly. “Bobby and Jonas, they’re Travelers.”
Malick’s eyes grew wide and then after some hesitation, he nodded. “Yes,” he said. “And from the looks of it, so was their father.”
There was a brief silence and then Jonas tried to sit-up. “Stay still!” said Nathan and then Jonas started to cough erratically. “Try to relax. Concentrate on your breathing!”
Soon Jonas started to cough uncontrollably and blood b egan to spill from his mouth. “Help!” cried Nathan and then Jonas’s entire body went rigid. “We have to do something — I think he’s dying!”
Quickly, Argus turned around from the front passenger seat and then turned to face Chief Rosales. “Jorge,” he said, hesitantly. “He’s no t going to make it. Pull over.”
“Pull over?” asked Chief Rosales, checking the rearview mirror. “Are you crazy? Are you tr ying to kill the kid?”
“If we don’t do something now, were going to lose him!” bellowed Argus.
“What do you mean?” shouted Nathan, looking frantically through the back window. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. What do you mean pull over?”
“You know what happened last time,” said Chief Rosales . “Do you really want this boy’s life on your hands too?”
“What is he talking about?” bellowed Nathan, staring both at Argus and Chief Rosales.
There was a brief silence, but Argus continued to stare at him. “Damn it, Jorge!” shouted Argus, abruptly. “Just pull over!”
Quickly, Chief Rosales checked the rearview mirror again and then Nathan heard the car’s turning signal. “Why on Earth are we pulling over?” asked Nathan, frantically.
Soon, the silver car came to a stop and swiftly, Argus sprung out of the vehicle. “Hurry up and get out of the car!” he said, staring at Malick. “So you can help Nathan carry out Jonas.”
“Please … what’s going on?” cried Nathan, as Malick reached for Jonas’s legs.
“I don’t know,” said Malick, sadly. “But we have to do something, or Jonas isn’t going to make it.”
The night air was still crisp, but the rolling fog that had plagued them earlier had now diss ipated. “Lay him down in the grass,” said Argus, softly. He paused to look back at the metallic
“We’ll be right behind you guys,” said Lafonda. Her hair was out of place and her face look frazzled. “You’ll drive— right, Angela?”
Angela nodded and then noticed the blood on her hands. “Make sure you keep pressure on that,” she said, quickly, before Chief Rosales could close the door. She smiled weakly at Jonathan and he returned a reassuring smile. “We’ll be right behind you.”
“Wait!” cried Nathan, after the car left the field and pulled on to Route 7. “What about Jon athan? Isn’t he a Spirit Walker or something?” He looked frantically at Malick. “Why can’t he just take us to the hospital? Doesn’t he have the ability to go between realms?”
Sadly, Malick shook his head. “No,” he said, staring at Chief Rosales and Argus, apprehe nsively. He lowered his voice. “His ability doesn’t work that way and besides, he can only travel to the Space-In-Between or Spirit Realm while in spirit form.” Swiftly, Malick took off his leather jacket. He then removed his shirt and tried to draw some of the blood that was running down the sides of Jonas’s neck. “And for Jonathan that just happens to be….”
“A black fox,” said Nathan, looking hopefully into J onas’s eyes. Cautiously, he cradled Jonas’s neck. “Hold on Jonas — please, just hold on, and don’t try to speak.”
“But wait,” whispered Nathan, abruptly. “Why does it work that way for Jonas and Bobby? They can travel to the Spirit Realm.”
“That’s because they’re not Spirit Walkers,” whispered Malick.
Suddenly, Nathan recalled what Jonathan said at the clo sing ceremony about the smaller symbols around the Firewalker symbol in the caves. “They’re Travelers,” whispered Nathan, slowly. “Bobby and Jonas, they’re Travelers.”
Malick’s eyes grew wide and then after some hesitation, he nodded. “Yes,” he said. “And from the looks of it, so was their father.”
There was a brief silence and then Jonas tried to sit-up. “Stay still!” said Nathan and then Jonas started to cough erratically. “Try to relax. Concentrate on your breathing!”
Soon Jonas started to cough uncontrollably and blood b egan to spill from his mouth. “Help!” cried Nathan and then Jonas’s entire body went rigid. “We have to do something — I think he’s dying!”
Quickly, Argus turned around from the front passenger seat and then turned to face Chief Rosales. “Jorge,” he said, hesitantly. “He’s no t going to make it. Pull over.”
“Pull over?” asked Chief Rosales, checking the rearview mirror. “Are you crazy? Are you tr ying to kill the kid?”
“If we don’t do something now, were going to lose him!” bellowed Argus.
“What do you mean?” shouted Nathan, looking frantically through the back window. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. What do you mean pull over?”
“You know what happened last time,” said Chief Rosales . “Do you really want this boy’s life on your hands too?”
“What is he talking about?” bellowed Nathan, staring both at Argus and Chief Rosales.
There was a brief silence, but Argus continued to stare at him. “Damn it, Jorge!” shouted Argus, abruptly. “Just pull over!”
Quickly, Chief Rosales checked the rearview mirror again and then Nathan heard the car’s turning signal. “Why on Earth are we pulling over?” asked Nathan, frantically.
Soon, the silver car came to a stop and swiftly, Argus sprung out of the vehicle. “Hurry up and get out of the car!” he said, staring at Malick. “So you can help Nathan carry out Jonas.”
“Please … what’s going on?” cried Nathan, as Malick reached for Jonas’s legs.
“I don’t know,” said Malick, sadly. “But we have to do something, or Jonas isn’t going to make it.”
The night air was still crisp, but the rolling fog that had plagued them earlier had now diss ipated. “Lay him down in the grass,” said Argus, softly. He paused to look back at the metallic
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