Authors: Matthew J. Kirby
The chime of the Sync cut him off.
T
HE MESSAGE MADE NO SENSE
. I
T WASN'T EVEN REALLY A
message, it was just a batch of files. Eleanor opened them, one by one, hoping to find something to help her make sense of what her mom was sending her. But all she found were diagrams that she recognized from her science class as star charts, with lines and equations drawn across them in sweeping arcs. There were maps of the world with crisscrossing lines connecting far-flung locations, wrapping the globe in a spiderweb. There were pages and pages of mathematical equations.
“What is this?” Eleanor asked out loud, sitting alone in her room on her bed.
The images all had a watermark in the bottom-right corner.
Never mind what the files wereâwhat was her mom doing with them?
The Sync chimed again, and a new batch of files came in, as incomprehensible as the first. One of them appeared to be an Arctic map showing the city of Barrow, Alaska, as well as the research station where her mom must be currently stationed, inside the National Petroleum Reserve. More pages of equations, charts, and graphs. This batch didn't have the G.E.T. watermark.
The Sync chimed a third time, and a text came through.
Eleanor typed quickly.
. . .
. . .
. . .
Eleanor waited. No reply came through. She didn't
know what all these files meant, but she intended to do with them exactly what her mother asked her to do.
Uncle Jack knocked on the door and came in. “Everything okay, Ell Bell?”
When her mom said “secret,” Eleanor didn't think she meant from Uncle Jack. “Mom sent me a bunch of files. Maps and stuff.” She then read the text to him.
“That's weird,” Uncle Jack said.
“Yeah.” All this only fed Eleanor's earlier worries. “I knew there was something going on she wasn't telling me.”
“She mentioned her company had partnered with the G.E.T. on an energy project.”
“She did?”
“Before she left on this trip.”
Eleanor looked at the blank screen of her Sync. “But she hates the G.E.T.”
“She doesn't hate them, Ellie, she just doesn't agree with them. Her team discovered something they didn't have the resources to pursue. Some kind of massive oil deposit or something. The G.E.T. came in to help.”
“She's working for them?”
“Working
with
them. Temporarily.”
“So why is she sending me this stuff?”
Uncle Jack palmed his head with his thick hand and rubbed his hair. “I don't know.”
“It's not all G.E.T. stuff. Only the first batch was. This other stuff is hers.” Eleanor looked up at the ceiling, at the Spackle where she used to see animals and faces. “It sounds like she's in some kind of trouble.”
“I'm sure she's fine, Ell Bell.” Uncle Jack sat down next to her, and the bed squealed. “It sounds like things are really tense for her right now. Super busy. But I'm sure she's fine.”
Eleanor wasn't sure.
“Try to put it out of your mind for now, okay? Maybe get to bed?” He rubbed her back. “Hopefully, she'll be in touch tomorrow and you can find out what all this means.”
Eleanor didn't know how she'd get to sleep, but she nodded. Uncle Jack leaned over, kissed the top of her head, and left the room. She dressed for bed and brushed her teeth, and as she closed her bedroom door, she called downstairs, “Good night, Uncle Jack. Love you.”
“Love you, Ell Bell. Night.”
Eleanor climbed into bed. She tried to fall asleep but couldn't stop the thoughts barreling toward her. Her mom was working with the G.E.T., and she hadn't said anything about it. Eleanor felt a bit betrayed. But her disappointment at that was overshadowed by her fear. She imagined her mom, lost and alone at the
top of the world, stumbling away from her across a wasteland of ice, a desolate emptiness beating at her from all sides. A fierce wind tore at her, dissolving her in the distance, swallowing her up into the white void.
Eleanor clamped her eyes shut and shook her head. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. Her mom was fine, just like Uncle Jack said. But she pulled up her Sync.
. . .
She waited.
. . .
. . .
She fought back tears.
. . .
. . .
S
omething rang in the middle of the night. Eleanor shot awake and grabbed her Sync but realized, staring at the blank screen, it'd been the sound of a phone. Uncle Jack's phone down in the living room. He always slept on the couch, refusing to use Eleanor's mother's room. Eleanor crept from her bed and opened her door
just a crack, wide enough to listen. In the silence of the house, she could hear his hushed voice murmuring up the stairs.
“Yes, this is him. . . . Okay. . . . Oh no. . . . Is sheâI see. . . . So when was the last timeâ? . . . Uh-huh.”
It was about her mom. Eleanor knew it. She bolted from her room, down the stairs, into the living room.
Uncle Jack looked up as she came in but held his index finger to his lips. “So what's the next step?” he said.
“What is it?” Eleanor whispered.
Uncle Jack ignored her. “Yes, she's here with me now. I can tell her.”
Eleanor leaned in, her whole body trembling. “Tell me what?”
Uncle Jack held up the palm of his hand to silence her. “Yes, she has it. . . . Okay. Okay, that sounds good. Thank you for the call. Please keep me updated the minute you know more. . . . Thank you.”
The second he hung up, Eleanor raised her voice. “Uncle Jack, whatâ?”
“Eleanor, I will explain, but I need you toâ”
“Just tell me!”
“I'm trying, but you need to stay calm. You need to listen carefully. Okay?”
She backed up from him and settled her shaking as best she could. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Now. The expedition your mother took onto the ice sheet has not returned.”
“She's LOST?”
“No, listen. They've lost contact is all. She's probably fine, but they wanted to keep us informed.”
“She's lost on the ice sheet!” Eleanor couldn't stop the shaking now. Her breathing and her voice turned frantic. “How can she be fine?”
“She texted you, didn't she? She and her partner have food and equipment. They know how to survive on the ice. The G.E.T. is searching for them. They'll find her, but they need your help.”
“What, what can Iâ We can go up there! We can help search!”
“We're not going to the Arctic,” he said. “They just need your Sync. They can use it to help locate your mom. The G.E.T. is sending someone to pick it up in the morning.”
Eleanor stopped shaking. Her body went cold. “They want my Sync?”
“Yes.”
An alarm blared at the back of her mind. “They can't take my Sync.”
“Eleanor, if it will help find herâ”
“No. It's the only way I have to contact her. Or for her to contact me.” She wasn't giving that up to anyone.
“Eleanor, this isn't a choice. Now go get it for me.”
Eleanor shook her head. “I won't.” And then she remembered the files and the message her mother had sent. Her mom had entrusted all that to Eleanor, and Eleanor had to keep it safe, even from the G.E.T. Maybe even especially from the G.E.T. No matter what happened, Eleanor knew she wasn't giving up her Sync until she heard from her mom. She folded her arms. “I won't give it to them,” she said.
“Eleanor, please. Please don't do this.” Uncle Jack let out a sigh that carried the weight of everything Eleanor had put him through. “Please. You don'tâ I can'tâ Just bring me the Sync, okay?”
“No, Uncle Jack, Iâ”
“PLEASE!” he shouted.
Eleanor flinched. She'd never heard him raise his voice before. Most other parents would have lost it after the police station, or well before, but not Uncle Jack. The outburst stunned her protests into silence.
“I'm sorry.” He held up both hands. “Eleanor, listen to me carefully. I know this is hard for you. It's hard for me, too. The world is a hard place, and it keeps
getting harder. It's not what any of us wanted. But we need to do whatever we can to bring your mom home.”
Eleanor kept her voice calm. She didn't want to upset Uncle Jack any further. She didn't want to be the one who made him yell. He had been so kind to her, and she knew how scared he must be. He was responsible for Eleanor if something happened to her mom.
“I'm sorry, Uncle Jack.” She took hold of both his hands. “But my mom sent me that stuff for a reason. Don't you think it's weird that as soon as she sent it, the G.E.T. wants to come and take my Sync?”
“Eleanor, sweetie,” Uncle Jack began. “Think about it. It also makes sense that the G.E.T. could use it to find her.”
“Is there anyone else you could call to find out what's going on? Someone Mom trusts?”
Uncle Jack wrinkled his lips into a sideways frown. “The research station used to have a satellite phone. Before they started using the Syncs. They may still have it.”
“Could you call it?”
“I can try.”
Eleanor watched as he scrolled through the contacts on his phone and dialed. She waited as he held the phone to his ear, head bowed.
“Good, it's ringing,” he said. A moment later, he
looked up. Eleanor could hear that someone had answered. “Yes, hello,” he said. “This is Jack Perry, Dr. Perry's brother. Who is this? . . . Dr. Grant, hi. . . . Yes, that's why I'm calling. Do youâ?”
This time, Eleanor forced herself to wait until he'd finished the conversation before she asked him any questions.
“I see,” Uncle Jack said. “Yes, that's what we were told. . . . Uh-huh. Okay, I would really appreciate that. You have my number now. Thanks, Dr. Grant.” He hung up.
“Who was that?” Eleanor asked. “What did he say?”
“That was an old colleague of your mom's. I've met himâhe's a nice guy. He said the same thing. They've lost contact with your mom and they're searching for her.”
Eleanor realized she'd let herself hope that the first call was somehow a mistake, but she couldn't deny anymore that her mom was in serious danger. Nothing could live on the Arctic ice sheet, where temperatures could drop a hundred degrees below zero and colder. That was enough to kill most living things within minutes unless they had serious protection. To think of her mom lost out there overwhelmed Eleanor to the point of tears.
“We have to do something,” she said.
“We can, Ell Bell. They need your Sync.”
Maybe he was right. After all, what was more important? Those files, or her mother's life? She nodded. “I'll go get it for you.”
She turned to go upstairs, but he reached out and pulled her into one of his huge, protective hugs. She hugged him back and felt him trembling, so slightly she almost couldn't detect it. But it was there.
“Tell you what,” he said. “You keep it until tomorrow morning, okay? Keep it safe until the G.E.T. arrives.”
She squeezed him more tightly. “Thanks.”
He let her go and turned away, wiping his eyes. Eleanor left him and went upstairs. She climbed back into bed with the Sync and clutched it to her chest. The earlier, nameless fears had become very real, which meant that she could argue with them now. She reminded herself that her mom had extensive training in how to stay alive out on the ice. She had equipment and supplies. She could survive. She
had
to survive.
As the night passed without sleep, time stretched and bounced back, minutes and hours seeming to change places, throwing Eleanor into a hazy disorientation. Her eyes closed and fluttered open, again and again. Never quite awake, never quite asleep. She didn't know how long she lay there. Morning had
not yet begun to enter the room, but she felt it on the horizon. She couldn't go to school that day. Not withâ
The Sync chimed against her chest, muffled.
Eleanor jolted upright, fumbling it into view.
<70 56 28 24 156 53 27 80 SHOW NO ONE. I will c>
Eleanor typed as quickly as she could.
. . .
. . .
. . .
Why didn't her mom answer? She had just sent a text. Was she hurt? Freezing to death? Then it occurred to Eleanor.
The battery.
If her mom was stranded out on the ice sheet, she might be trying to conserve the power left in her Sync. Maybe that was why her last message seemed cut off. Maybe the battery had finally died.
There wasn't any way for Eleanor to know, but what she
did
know was that her mom had just sent her another warning.
Show no one.
There wasn't any way she would let the G.E.T. take her Sync. Not now.
She had no idea what the numbers in the message could mean. Were they some kind of code? A
password, maybe? Eleanor needed more information, but she didn't need to know what the numbers meant to know her mom was in serious trouble. Maybe she was trapped, or injured. Eleanor got out of bed and went for the door. She had to show Uncle Jackâ
She stopped.
The first messages had demanded secrecy, too, but Uncle Jack hadn't cared about that. Even if Eleanor showed him this message, he would still turn the Sync and the numbers over to the G.E.T., which Eleanor knew was exactly what her mother
didn't
want. The numbers were intended for Eleanor, and it was up to Eleanor to find out what they meant. It was up to her to go and find her mom. The G.E.T. would arrive in a matter of hours for the Sync.