Part 2 (2/2)
”It wasn't me. It was someone who looked like me.”
”Someone who looked like you was chasing a boy.”
”I ran after him, to the back of the plane.”
”You mean the person who looked like you did, right?”
”No, we both did. She was trying to get something from him.”
”Him, who?”
”The boy, Sam. That was his name.”
”Okay, what was she trying to get from him?”
”It was a blue ball of light. That was all I could see,” Mara said. ”I followed him to the back of the plane, and she came after us.”
”And then what happened?
”She knocked me out of the way and grabbed the light from Sam. I tried to stop her.”
”And then?”
”Something exploded. I blacked out after that.”
”Hmm... Maybe you should sleep on that.”
”You don't believe me?”
”It's not that, sweetheart. After a couple days, you might be able to sort it out. Maybe you had a dream that got mixed up with your memories. I'd meditate on it.”
”You would.”
”Maybe this will help your memory.” Diana walked to the nightstand and opened a drawer. ”I found this in your pocket after they brought you into the emergency room.”
She lifted a charred copper medallion that filled her palm. The face of it featured a central pyramid-shaped jewel, a dark orange crystal, surrounded by four large crystals alternating with four smaller ones. All but the central stone and one of the larger ones encircling it were black, appeared burned. The unharmed crystal was sea blue. Though the object was blackened with soot, etched details stood out from its copper face.
It featured three concentric circles. The smaller central one held only the orange crystal. The second circle was divided into quarters. Each quarter featured a different glyph of five parallel lines. The outermost circle contained four pairs of icons that bracketed the larger crystals along the periphery of the medallion. The symbols looked unfamiliar, unlike any other writing or drawings Mara had seen before.
”Where did you get it?”
”I have no idea. I've never seen it before,” she said. She reached for it. ”Are you sure they didn't mix up my stuff with someone else's?”
”They just bagged up your jeans in the emergency room, and this was in the pocket. I took it out myself. The jeans were definitely yours. The other pockets had your keys and phone in them.”
Mara shrugged. ”No clue.”
She flipped it over. It had heft, clearly solid metal and mineral. The back had no ornamentation other than a groove along the circ.u.mference inset about an eighth of an inch. She tried to rotate the inner circle of the backing with her fingertips, like removing the back of a watch. It didn't turn.
”What are you trying to do?”
”Open it.”
”Mara, you don't have to disa.s.semble it right now.”
”Won't open anyway.”
”It's quite a remarkable piece. It feels powerful to me. That center crystal is a sunstone, I'm sure. Oregon's state gemstone, you know.”
”I wonder what power the legislature gave it. Probably the ability to ward off migrating Californians.” She handed it back to her mother.
”I see your snarkiness remains intact. What are you going to do with it?”
”What I do with everything, I guess. Fix it up, put it on a shelf at the shop and see if anyone turns up to claim it.”
Diana placed it back in the drawer, returned to her seat and her magazine.
”Great. So when do I get out of here?” Mara asked.
”Let's let the doctors decide that. Why don't you just relax and get some rest?”
”How about a couple newspapers to read? I can catch up on what happened, save you the trouble.”
”I don't want you to get upset,” Diana said.
”What's to get upset about? You said everyone survived. It was a miracle.”
Eventually her mother relented and went down to the hospital gift shop to buy newspapers. She returned with editions from the past three days, all with screaming headlines and large photographs of airplane wreckage.
As her mother handed them to her, Mara's eye caught the image of a crane on a barge pulling the main fuselage of the plane out of the river. Her breath caught. She casually placed the stack on her lap.
”I've got a few errands to run, so I'll leave you to read for a bit,” Diana said.
”Haven't you forgotten something?” Mara asked, eyeing the rock on her nightstand.
”Considering everything, I think you can humor me. That one stays as well as the one under your pillow. The last time you abandoned it, you fell out of the sky. Maybe it'll keep you from falling out of bed.”
”Whatever.”
”You know, a lot of people come out of experiences like this with a new appreciation of spiritual matters.”
”Or a new appreciation of gravity.”
”Whatever, back at you.” She kissed her daughter's head and left.
Coverage of the crash filled the newspapers. While the accident remained under investigation by the National Transportation Safety Board, some articles speculated that someone had placed an explosive in the rear of the aircraft. Officials refused to rule out terrorism, but they felt it was unlikely. Volunteers from local religious and service organizations, who had helped recover survivors, marveled at how anyone could have survived such a catastrophic plunge into the river, much less everyone on the flight.
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