He turned and looked at the liquid where his ship had disintegrated. Bobbing near the surface was the plastic of the seats. Caine frowned.
The boy was running at him again, arms flailing, and Caine felt the sting of the boy's fists striking him. He pushed the boy back so that he fell sprawled on the rock surface.
"It's all around us!" the boy screamed. "The damned stuff is all around us. You get us out of here, Driver. Do you hear, you get us out of here!"
The girl stood over the wild boy. "You know, Vanny, you're really a jolly fellow."
"You keep your mouth shut!" he yelled at her.
The girl turned away and looked at Caine. "What do we do, just stand here?"
Caine watched the contained look on her face. He knew she was frightened and feeling the panic that was so obvious in the boy. But she stood very straight and her voice was very steady. She would not show her fear.
Caine pointed at the plastic. "The seat covering didn't disintegrate and neither did the picture. Only the metal of the ship."
"So?" she said.
"So maybe we wouldn't disintegrate either."