designed to manage the slow and inevitable destruction of the world. It was the goal of the Protocol to preserve a small number of the most essential citizens, so that human life could go on, no matter what. But Skinner had failed to reveal what happened to thosewho refused to adopt the Protocol.
âWhat have you all gotten me into?â Betty sounded weak and defeated.
âWeâre sorry,â Eleanorâs mom said. âTruly sorry.â
âBut wouldnât you rather know the truth?â Dr. Powers asked, sounding a bit brusque.
âActually,â said Betty, âmaybe not. Maybe Iâd rather have just kept doing what I was doing. Blissfully unaware. Hoping a turn in the weather was just around the corner. What hope is there now?â
But Eleanor believed there was hope. âWe might be able stop it,â she said. âI shut down the Concentrator. If we can shut the others downââ
âOthers?â Betty asked.
âWe think there are several more Concentrators around the earth connected to the rogue planet. Theyâre likely along the . . . Do you know what ley lines are?â
Betty nodded. âYouâre telling me theyâre real, too?â
âYes,â Eleanor said. âThe ley lines of telluric current, the earthâs energy, are where weâll find the Concentrators. We have a map. Von Albrechtâs map.â
âIf we shut them down,â Finn said, âwe think thatâll stop the rogue planet. Without any energy to feed off, itâll just . . . move on.â
âHow do you know that?â Betty asked.
âWe
hope
it,â Eleanorâs mom said. âWhich is all weâve got right now.â
âOkay then,â Betty said. âBut I have one more question, and I can already tell Iâm not going to like the answer. Who, or what, put these Concentrators here?â
The cabin fell silent. No one wanted to say what they were all thinking, but Eleanor knew there was only one possible answer.
She wondered if Betty was believing any of it. She seemed to be. The actions of the G.E.T. agents might have been enough to convince her that some kind of cover-up was going on. Eleanor wasnât sure theyâd convinced her of the rest of it, though, something for which she couldnât fault Betty. She was well aware of how absurd it all sounded, and there were the parts of Eleanorâs experience her own mother seemed not to have fully accepted. But Eleanor couldnât blame her for that, either. She had no idea why her mind had joined with the Concentrator. Why it had chosen her, or what made her different. But it didnât seem to be good news that she could connect with a piece of ancient alien technology.
Except for the chance it offered them to stop it.
âSo where is the closest Concentrator?â Betty asked.
âBolivia,â Finn said. âNear the Isla del Sol in Lake Titicaca.â
âSo I suppose thatâs where we should go,â Betty said. âRight?â
They all looked at one another.
âI suppose thatâs right,â Dr. Powers said.
âWe need to make a stop first,â Eleanor said.
âWhere?â Finn asked.
âPhoenix,â Eleanor said. âWe have to pick up my uncle Jack.â
âUh, donât you think thatâs exactly what theyâd expect you to do?â Julian asked. âYou might as well just turn yourself in.â
Eleanorâs fear for Uncle Jack quickly turned to anger at Julian.
âIâm afraid heâs right, sweetie,â Eleanorâs mom said.
Eleanor whipped a furious, disbelieving gaze toward her. âWhat?â
âItâs too risky,â her mom said.
Eleanor stammered, âI canâtâI canât believeâMom, itâs
Uncle Jack
! You canât just abandon himâ!â
âI am not abandoning him,â her mom said, with a gentleness that seemed designed to