“Wells,” Sasha murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder, “maybe you should wait until morning. Once that fire goes out, there’s no way we’ll be able to find them in the dark.” The flames rising above the trees were subsiding, shrinking down into the woods. “But they could be much farther.” If anyone even survived, he thought. “It looks like they might’ve landed near the lake,” Wells replied, rubbing his fingers in circles against his temples. Wells knew she hated being in the woods, especially at night. “How will we find them?” Molly asked, trembling. “We have to go to them,” Eric said firmly, raising his voice to be heard over the chorus of gasps and nervous murmurs. Their faces, illuminated in the orange light from above, asked the same question that was repeating on a loop in his own head: Could anyone have survived that?
Wells turned away from the trees and back to the others.
As Earth grew quiet again, flames shot into the sky, coloring the darkness, and smoke began to curl upward. Was this what happened when their ship crashed? Their landing had also been terrible-a few people had even been killed.
Each crash shook the ground, sending violent vibrations up through Wells’s feet and into his stomach.
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