At the foot of the block sat Zac, looking up at the silent boy. And Zac, also, might be a little off in his mind for he, too, failed to welcome or even to notice the returning parent.
At last Dr. Alton spoke. "What's the matter, Cyrus? Dreaming you are a bird?"
Slowly Cyrus lowered his face, his eyes still shut. And slowly the eyes were opened as if waking from a sleep. They showed a mild surprise at his father's presence. But he answered, in a low voice, as if his spirit still lingered elsewhere:
"Somebody wants us."
"Who?"
"I don't know."
"But you know who told you."
"No, sir. Nobody told me."
"What do you mean, Cyrus? Wake up. Is it an emergency call?"
Cyrus raised a hand and pointed before him, toward the south.