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regular Calamity Jane, Emily Baxter, she thought with a hint of disdain as she followed MacAlister down the corridor past Jacob’s temporary quarters to the tiny room Mac had claimed as his own.
    “Here you go, ladies,” he said, holding the door open for them.
    “Where will you sleep?” Rhiannon asked, her face still flushed from witnessing the earlier fight but, and Emily could not help but feel a surge of pride over the growing toughness of the kid, no tears had been shed.
    “Oh, I think it best that I stay out there where I can keep my eye on the rabble for the foreseeable future,” he said. “You ladies relax, and make yourself at home. I’ll check in with you later.”
    As he closed the door behind him, Emily reached out a hand and placed it on top of his.
    “Thank you,” she said, fixing his eyes with her own.
    MacAlister smiled and nodded, and then was gone.

Emily was teaching Rhiannon how to play poker with a deck of cards donated by Parsons—and was already down three straight hands to the damn kid—when Jimmy MacAlister knocked loudly on his door, pushing it ajar before she could tell him to come in.
    “Are you decent?” he blurted out through the gap, but didn’t wait for an answer before he stepped inside. “Sorry, ladies, but you need to come see this. Come on.” He grabbed Emily’s hand then Rhiannon’s and pulled them to their feet. Thor jumped up and leaped along beside them, barking excitedly, eager to join in whatever new game his humans were playing.
    “What’s going on?” Emily said, half-protesting, half-laughing as she and Rhiannon were led down the corridor toward the exit.
    “You’ll see,” he said cryptically.
    As they passed Jacob’s lab he spotted them. “What’s going on?” he asked.
    “That’s what Emily said,” Rhiannon laughed as they passed his door.
    Jacob shook his head in bemusement, then swiveled his wheelchair away from his desk and followed after them.
    MacAlister led Rhiannon and Emily through the anteroom and straight to the door, finally letting go of their hands as he reached for the handle to open the exit.
    “Hey!” Emily objected, bracing for the sudden rush of freezing air. “Let us get our jackets on before you open that.”
    “Won’t need ’em,” the Scot replied and pushed the door open.
    The anteroom was flooded with bright daylight.
    Emily gazed out through the open doorway. She could feel the cold air but she could also see all the way over to the other buildings and beyond even. She edged forward until she was standing in the doorway.
    The blizzard that had pinned them to this island was gone.
    “Finally,” Rhiannon sighed as she squeezed in next to Emily. Thor pushed his way between them and bounded off into the snow, barking as he plummeted through the newly fallen powder.
    MacAlister stood behind the two women, then all three stepped aside to allow Jacob to edge up to the open door.
    “Notice anything different?” MacAlister asked.
    “Besides the absence of the ninety-mile-an-hour winds and the blinding blizzard?” Jacob asked, his voice buoyed by a sense of sarcasm. “Not really.”
    “Look beyond what you can see,” MacAlister said in his most mystical voice, his eyes wide and his hands fluttering at the side of his head.
    Emily ignored the cold and stepped down the steps into the snow. Slowly she turned, trying to take in everything: The sky above her head was clear of all but a few wispy white clouds, the sun beat down on her skin as it burned brightly in a blue sky that stretched off to the vanishing point in the distance.
    To the clear horizon, Emily realized.
    “Oh my God!” she whispered, her hands flew to her mouth, not daring to believe what she was seeing. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh…my…God.” Her eyes raised skyward, and she twirled around, looking for all the world like a child intent on making herself dizzy.
    “What is it, Emily? What do you see?” Jacob called out.
    Emily skipped back to the door