But was she?
Morrow realized, then, that he wanted her to come back with him. Back to California, to the workshop—
What would the others say about that?
And did he want to expose Gwyn to the sort of risks they were taking?
They drove up to the Lodge and parked. "I'll have to take the batteries in one at a time, I guess," he said dourly.
"Where?" She seemed to rouse herself out of her own thoughts.
Morrow pointed across the lake. "The ship's over there, beyond the trees. Remember the place?"
"Oh!" she exclaimed softly. He couldn't see her face in the darkness.
"I'd better call them," he said, opening the car door. He stepped out into the snow, straightened up beside the car, and swung his helmet over his head. There was a tiny, pocket-sized walkie-talkie built into the helmet collar under his chin; he flipped its switch and waited for the set to warm up.
Then he began calling quietly. "Angel One to Cloud Two. Angel One to Cloud Two—do you hear me? Come in. Over."