I know she doesn’t think working for the Watchers will help me find my parents, and I can’t deny she might be right. It’s an old argument between Faison and me. “You don’t know it won’t,” I say defensively. You think it’ll help you find a way to get your parents back.” But I know why you chose to join the Watchers. Of course she wouldn’t second guess what you decided to go and do with your life. “Mama Lynn thinks the world rises and sets just for you. If I look like Barbie, Faison looks like a Playboy playmate of the year with her curves. I don’t know why you refuse to.”įaison crosses her arms in front of her ample bosom.
Mama Lynn understands why I have to do it. “Listen, I know you don’t like me being an agent, but it’s what I’ve chosen to do with my life. I just sigh and stand up, pulling Faison swiftly to her feet with one jerk of my arm. I don’t know how tearers are supposed to be frightened of someone who looks like a brown haired Barbie doll.” “Well, if you actually ate something every once in a while, maybe you wouldn’t look like a bag of bones. “Geeze, no respect for Watcher agents these days, not even from the best friend of one.” I shake my head in feigned disappointment, keeping my eyes on the Tear as it closes. “I know I am Jess.” I hear the tease in Faison’s voice just before she says, “Even if you are a hundred and twenty pounds of nothin’ and can’t scare a fly.”
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“Your guess is as good as mine,” I say, reaching for the plasma pistol in front of me with my free hand. “What do you think is comin’ through?” Faison asks, her hand squeezing mine tighter with justifiable worry. The odds it would take for us to get that lucky don’t exist in the real world. I suddenly consider the absurd possibility we won’t have to deal with any new tearers this year. The other side of the Tear looks void of anything, a great expanse of nothingness. For fifteen years we have seen various worlds and distant star constellations through the ripple, but never absolute darkness. The Tear opens showing only blackness on the other side. She clasps mine tightly neither of us knowing if one, both or neither of us will be chosen to travel through the Tear this year. I glance down at my phone and see it’s a minute until seven. So, every year, I come back to my parents’ home hoping to win the lottery of their safe return. Sometimes those who were chosen from our planet would return to the spot they were taken from. When I reached out to my parents for comfort, thinking the world was about to end, I found only empty warm spots on the blanket where they had been lying only moments before.Įvery year since then, the ripple has opened at the exact same time and date as the first. It was supposed to be an event caused by the after effects of a large solar storm which no one would ever see again in a thousand years.ĭecember 20, 2012, just before Santa had a chance to visit a seven year old me, is the date I lost my parents.Īt exactly 7:00pm, the ripple appeared in the sky and opened to reveal two planets, one blue and one orange.
On the night of their disappearance, my parents and I had been looking up at the sky because we were actually going to be able to see the aurora borealis in the Deep South. We are sitting on a red and black plaid wool blanket in the middle of my parents land. Faison is the classic version of a true southern belle, a status in our circle of friends I could never quite seem to achieve no matter how hard Mama Lynn, the woman who raised us, tried to make me into one. Her perfectly braided auburn hair hangs over her right shoulder against the emerald green of the scrubs she is wearing. I look at my best friend, Faison, in the dim light cast by the moon and Tear in the sky. You know the chances of them ever coming back are slim.” Even with our advanced modern science, no one can find a way to stop the wormhole from opening and ripping our loved ones from our lives, casting them out into the unknown. But none of them can explain where the Tear came from or how it chooses its victims. Day or night, you can see the Tear which has literally transported people off of our world, like my parents, and exchanged people and creatures from alternate realities and distant planets into their place.Īll our scientists have been able to tell us is that what we perceive as a tear in the sky is actually one end of a worm hole. A permanent ripple of white light now laces the sky like a silky ribbon of fate, reminding any remaining disbelievers that their lives could be irrevocably changed in an instant. On the night they were taken from me, the people of Earth learned definitively that we are not alone in the universe. Chapter 1The world my parents knew doesn’t exist anymore.
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