Fear: A Gone Novel

finished he said, “I’m not the only one scared of the dark, Edilio. Anyway, this is just part of something bigger. Something is happening. I don’t know what, but something big and … and final. So, yeah, short-term I’m important. But if I want to be important long-term, I need to go out there and find a way.”
    “You going to talk to everyone?” Edilio asked.
    “Yeah.”
    Barely visible in the darkness, mere shadows on the water, the boats rocked and drifted lazily. The Sammy suns shining through portholes were the only light. Bodies could be seen only when they passed before one of those lights.
    “Then make sure you tell them the truth.”
    “Toto!” Sam yelled down. “Get up here.”
    When Toto was on deck Sam lit a Sammy sun just over his head. Like a gloomy spotlight. It revealed him, Edilio, and Toto.
    “Toto’s here so you know I’m telling you what I believe is true.” Sam shouted to be heard across the water. “First: I don’t think we have to worry about Drake here at the lake. He’s gone—for now, at least.”
    Toto said, “He believes it,” but in a whisper.
    “Speak up,” Edilio said.
    “He believes it!”
    “So you’re all coming back ashore. We have kids who’ve come here from Perdido Beach. They’ve lost people on the way here, and we’re going to take them in and care for them.”
    Some grumbling and a couple of defiant, shouted questions came out of the dark.
    “Because good people help people who need to be helped. That’s why,” Sam yelled back. “Listen. Things are bad in Perdido Beach. It seems Caine is out of business. And so is Albert.”
    “He believes it!”
    “So that’s bad. Astrid is…” Emotion clenched his throat but he pushed forward. He had nothing to hide, he realized. It wasn’t like anyone didn’t know he was worried about her. “She’s out there in the dark somewhere. And so are Brianna and Dekka and Orc. Jack, well, we don’t know if he’ll make it.”
    “True,” Toto said. Then, louder, “True!”
    “Drake has Diana and Justin, who is just a little kid, and we don’t know for sure what Drake is up to. Whatever it is, I believe it’s connected to this stain that is blotting out the light.”
    Toto just nodded and no one seemed to care.
    Sam looked up. The stain was no longer blotting out the light. It had finished its work. The small circle of darkening blue had turned flat black.
    “So, I don’t have some big plan. I just don’t.” He repeated it, feeling amazed that it was true. “I have a reputation as the guy who comes up with a way out of trouble. Well, I don’t have that now.”
    Someone was crying, loudly enough to be heard. Someone else shushed him.
    “That’s okay. Cry if you want to cry, because I feel like crying with you.”
    “Yes,” Toto said.
    “You can be sad and you can be scared. But we built this place and kept ourselves going by hanging in there together. Right?”
    No one answered.
    “Right?” Sam demanded more insistently.
    “Damn right,” a voice called back.
    “So we hang together still. Edilio is here. You listen to Edilio.”
    “But you’re the leader!” a different voice cried, and others seconded it. “We need you! Sam!”
    Sam looked down, not pleased, really, but maybe a little gratified. At the same time, though, he was beginning to realize something. It took a few moments to form coherently in his mind. He had to check it against what he knew, because at first it seemed wrong.
    Finally he said, “No. No. I’m a lousy leader.”
    There was a pause before Toto said, “He believes it.”
    Sam laughed, amazed that he really did believe it. “No, I’m a lousy leader,” he repeated. “Look, I mean well. And I have powers. But it’s Albert who kept people fed and alive. And up here it’s Edilio who really runs things. Even Quinn, he’s a better leader than me. Me? I get pissed off when you need me, and then I pout when you don’t. No. Edilio’s a leader. I … I don’t know what I am, except for being the guy who can make light shoot out of his hands.”
    He stepped back, out of the direct glow of the Sammy sun, baffled by the unexpected turn his speech had taken. He had meant to tell everyone to stick together and be disciplined. He had ended up feeling like a fool, taking a momentous occasion to just make an idiot of himself.
    Edilio spoke up. He had a softer voice. And still had a trace of his Honduran accent. “I know what Sam is. Maybe, like he said, he’s not