night, however, I have a surprise.â
Whatever heâs about to show us . . . itâs good. I can tell. His face is lit up like heâs been plugged into a magic power outlet somewhere. He walks us through the living room and down a narrow, dimly lit hall.
At a door two rooms down, he stops.
Seeing whatâs inside, I squeak, âTheyâre glowing!â and run toward what looks like a fish tank. Except, itâs not filled withfish. Itâs filled with algae-covered rocks growing neon-green mushrooms. A pump attached brings old water out and circulates it with new water. From underneath, burners heat the tank, throwing off tiny blue circles of fire. âWhat is this? Is this the water?â Itâs all too weird.
âThatâs the water, all right,â Callum says with pride.
Ren grins. She tousles his already messy brown hair. âYou never said you could grow more! Sneaky scientist, ainât we?â She lets him go and peers down into one of the glass bowls, her finger tracing the rim.
âThatâs because I couldnât . The mushrooms wouldnât grow.â
âWhy are the mushrooms so important?â I ask, eyeing their bright green hoods. âI thought it was the water that healed me.â
âIt was. But only because of the mushrooms. They have these chemical compounds, phytonutrients, with medicinal properties, some antitumoral and antiviral in nature. All plants have phytonutrients, actually. Just not in the same quantity or combination. And since the mushrooms grow in an underground hot spring, they release those compounds into the water. Thatâs how the water cures the Blight.â
âThat, and me ,â Ren quips, pointing a finger at him. She taps the crook of her arm. âMy blood. It made the serum work better, naturally.â
I donât need to ask what she means: Renâs immune to the virus. Of course her blood would help. Ren never told anyone about it, though. At the orphanage, Miss Nale warnedher not to. She was afraid the DI would experiment on Ren so badly, sheâd end up dead. Which doesnât seem so far-fetched, now knowing what I do.
I turn back to the neon tank, mesmerized by the soft green glow. âSo how did you keep the mushrooms alive, then?â
âI made a breakthrough,â Callum says with a bounce, clearly happy I asked. âI realized I knew nothing about the caveâs ecosystem. They canât just grow out of rocks, or water. Plants need soil. In the cave there wouldnât be soil, but I guessed that there mightâve been some algae growing on the rocks. I tried a few kinds and landed on the right one. Nothing special about the species, but without it, the fungi have no way to grow.â
âSo simple!â I laugh, though Iâm sure it sounds much easier than it actually was.
âNot quite,â Callum says, confirming it. âThe fungi would seem to be growing, and just when I thought Iâd succeeded, theyâd die all over again. I was confounded. Until I had my second breakthrough.â
Ren and I exchange glances, waiting for him to tell us. He leaves us hanging for just a few moments before the big reveal. . . .
âThe fungus is parasitic,â he says at last. âIf the spore count grows too large, it will actually kill the algae.â
Seeing both Renâs and my blank expression, he explains.
âSporesâtheyâre like microscopic baby mushrooms. Given the right conditions, theyâll grow. But with too many, the algae dies. No algae, no fungus. Thatâs why it kept dying off; the spore count would get too high as the fungi reproduced.In the springâs natural ecosystemâwith fresh water flowing in and outâyouâve got a perfect ratio, always in flux.â
âOkay,â Ren admits. âI donât usually dig the science stuff, but itâs pretty impressive how you just figured all of it
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