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→"Did they spot us?" Alison asked.

→They were safe again. At least for now.

→"I don't feel so good," he said, putting a little grunt on the last word. "Just get it open."

→"What's the matter?" Alison asked, frowning back over her shoulder.

→Fortunately, this one was a no-brainer. "Oh, geez," Jack said, fumbling at the window release. "Open the window—quick."

→Clever. Now it was time for Jack to be equally clever and get the dragon inside.

→So that was why the car door had slammed so hard. Most of the sound and vibration had actually been that of a K'da poet-warrior landing on the roof.

→"How should I know?" Alison retorted. "Can we just get out of here? Whoa."

→"Fine" Jack said. "So why are they after them?"

→"I never said they were after me," she said. "That ship belongs to some other friends—I've just been hitching a ride. They must be after them."

→"Careless travelers."

→"That's handy," Jack said. "Rich uncle?"

→"Don't get huffy," he said. "I just hope you've got enough cash to get us there, that's all."

→"Handy," Alison said. "When do you need to pick him up?"

→Was Jack's body somehow rejecting Draycos? That was the simplest possibility. It was also the most ominous. A K'da couldn't live away from a host for more than six hours at a time. If he tried, he would go two-dimensional anyway and disappear off into death. The rest of the Shontine refugees were on their way, but they were still almost three months out from the eastern edge of the Orion Arm. If it turned out that human beings like Jack could only act as temporary K'da hosts, Draycos would most likely be dead long before they arrived.

→And if there was one thing Uncle Virgil had made sure to hammer into Jack's skull, it was that the unexplained was always something to worry about.

→The fact that Draycos hadn't accidentally slipped off Jack's back since then wasn't any real comfort. Neither was the fact that the dragon insisted he'd never felt better in his life. The bottom line was that something unexplained had happened.

→Uncle Virge gave a theatrical sigh. "I understand," he said. "Just a moment . . . ah. They've taken the money and dropped the clip into a wastebasket."

→Fortunately, he'd come out in proper three-dimensional form on the other side. But that hadn't made the whole thing any less scary. By Draycos's own admission, no other K'da had ever managed such a trick before with their regular Shontine symbiotic hosts.

→Jack shivered, this time not from the cold night air. Only a couple of weeks ago, near the end of his time as a slave, Draycos had been doing his look-over-a-wall trick in two-dimensional form when he'd suddenly fallen completely off Jack's back, ending up on the far side of the wall he'd been looking through.