They were all four waiting for her when she got out.
Summer said, "Where've you been?"
Audrey said, "Did you-"
Jenny nodded over Summer's head. Audrey hiked up a copper eyebrow.
"Just a little unscheduled detour," Jenny murmured to Dee and Michael. She said to Summer, "I'm okay. Everything's okay."
Summer's M&M's were lying scattered on the ground. "I don't like people disappearing," she said.
"Aw, honey, it's gonna be all right," Michael said and patted her awkwardly. "We told her where we are and sort of basically what's going on," he said to Jenny.
Jenny's buoyancy at finding Summer was gone; the effervescence had fizzled out of her blood. Julian was going to do something nasty-but what could be worse than what he'd already done? Since she'd known Julian, he'd chased her with UFOs, dark
elves, and giant insects-not to mention a Shadow Wolf and Snake. He'd lurked in the shadows of her room and hissed terrifying messages at her in the dark. He'd caught her in a cave-in, left her alone to drown, and menaced her with a cyber-lion. He'd kidnapped her and hunted her throughout two worlds. What could he do to top all that?
"Where do we go next?" Audrey said.
They looked around. Nothing in the immediate vicinity was lit up. The park was completely dark and dead silent around them.
"Here, hold this," Dee said to Jenny.
Jenny took the flashlight and said, "Oh, be careful. " Dee was shinning up one of the old-fashioned green-painted lampposts.
"I can see the lighthouse on the island," she said at the top with one long leg hooked over the crosspiece which supported a lantern. "And there're a lot of trees everywhere... . The Ferris wheel looks cool, it's sort of rising out of them like a mountain rising out of clouds."
"Is it lit up?"
"The only thing that's lit is something toward the back-it's got a big waterwheel and some boats shaped like swans."
"The Tunnel of Love," Jenny said.
Dee came down and they started toward the Tunnel of Love, Jenny guiding them. It was another ride she'd loved as a kid-not because it had anything to do with love, but because it was dark, and cool, and she'd loved the swan boats. Now, the thought of going into that tunnel was-well, it was better not to think about it.
They were skirting the lake when they saw the shape among the trees.
"It's a critter!" Michael said. "Only a big one!"
The flashlight beams caught it briefly, even as it moved back into the trees. It was big, and Jenny had a glimpse of reddish skin like tanned leather.
"It's got a head, so it can't be P.C. or Slug," Audrey said.
"Who or who?" asked Summer.
"Never mind. We'd better just watch out for it," Jenny said, and they did, keeping their backs to the water and watching the trees.
I should have asked Julian about them, she thought. Aloud, she said, "What are they, d'you think? And how come they're running around loose?"
"Other people the Shadow Men have caught," said Dee.
"Pets," said Michael.
"Or maybe just part of the general ambiance," Audrey said grimly.
Whatever the thing had been, Jenny felt an instinctive horror and revulsion for it, just as she'd felt for the little gray one that had looked like a withered fetus.
Summer didn't join the conversation at all. She just hurried lightly along, one hand gripping Jenny's sleeve, staring at everything they passed. She was like a large blue butterfly skimming in their midst.
They were a motley group, Jenny thought-Summer in her springtime dress and Dee's camouflage jacket, Audrey with her arm tied up in a sling made of Michael's undershirt. Jenny herself carrying Dee's flashlight. Michael was carrying his own flashlight, while Dee carried Audrey's pick. The other weapons had all gotten lost along the way.
Jenny noticed that Dee kept her distance from Audrey.
Things still weren't right with Dee. She was too quiet, too un-exuberant. Sure they were in danger, but Dee loved danger, she got up and ate it for breakfast, breathed it, went looking for it whenever she could. Dee should be enjoying this.
Jenny edged closer and said softly, "You know, Audrey didn't mean anything by that-when she said not to put your hand in the M&M's machine."
Dee shrugged. "I know." She went on looking straight ahead.
"Really she didn't. She's just like my mom, sometimes she's got to say things for your own good."
"Sure. I know."
Jenny gave up.
They passed a food stand just before they got to the Tunnel of Love. Jenny had an urge to break in-even a cold hot dog would be good right now, even a bun-but she didn't say anything. They had two gold coins. They were so close. They couldn't stop for anything now.
Blue and red and purple lights shone on the waterwheel in front of the Tunnel of Love. There was a rustic old mill behind the waterwheel, and a sign on the tunnel. In the afternoon, in the real park, the sign had read: tunnel of love. Now it read: tunnel of love and d-.
The last word was obscured by clusters of ivy. "I can't read it," Jenny said.
"Death, probably. As in 'Love and death are the only two things that really matter.' N'est-ce pas?" Audrey said.
"Oh, spiffy," said Michael. Summer got a firmer grip on Jenny's sleeve.
A swan boat was waiting at the loading dock, its white wings arched gracefully by its sides, its neck a supple curve. Beads of water glistened on the plastic. Jenny didn't want to get into it.
If that head turns around -
But they didn't have any choice. This was obviously the right place, awake and waiting for them. If Jenny wanted the third gold coin, she had to get on the ride.
"Come on, people," she said.
The boat tilted as they got in-Jenny and Dee on the front seat with Summer between them, Audrey and Michael in the back. They sat on wooden boards. As soon as they were all in, the swan began to move.
"Did you notice that cave looking like a face this afternoon?" Michael said as they approached the tunnel.
Jenny hadn't. The fiberglass rock did look like a face now, with crags and shadows forming the eyes and nose. The gaping mouth was the tunnel itself.
Inside, it was dank and dark, with a musty smell. And quiet. That afternoon there had been the sounds of people talking, the occasional echoing laugh. Now all Jenny could hear was the quiet lapping of water around the boat.
She was still holding the flashlight Dee had given her. and she trained it on the water, the walls, the
swan's head. All unexciting. The water was dark green and murky, the walls were damp and trickly, the swan's head was staying put.
"Where's the stuff-the scenes and everything?" Michael whispered. It was a whispering kind of place.
"I don't know," Jenny said, just as softly. That afternoon there had been illuminated dioramas-silly things like Stone Age people playing cards and painting dinosaurs on the cave walls. Now there was nothing. The swan boat went on gliding smoothly into darkness.
That was when Jenny noticed something wrong with the flashlight. The light was getting dimmer.
"Hey," she said and turned it toward her. Orange. The white beam was receding into a sullen orange glow.
She banged it on the swan's neck and immediately wished she hadn't. It made a startlingly loud sound, and the light got even dimmer.
"Oh, criminy-mine, too," Michael said. She could hear the jingle of metal as he shook it.
"We should have kept just one on, to save the batteries," Dee muttered. "I thought of that before, and then I forgot. I'm stupid."
Even in the midst of her worry Jenny was shocked at this. Dee didn't talk that way. "Look, Dee, if anybody should have thought of it-"
"There it goes," Michael said. There was now complete darkness from the backseat. Jenny had been thumbing the switch of her flashlight and screwing and unscrewing the top. but it didn't make any difference. She could barely see the dim orange bulb. When she shook it, it went out altogether.
"Spiffy, spiffy, spiffy," Michael said.
Audrey said sharply, "Does anybody feel like we're slowing down?"
It was hard to tell in the dark. Jenny was thoroughly sick of darkness-it seemed as if she'd spent all night blind, wondering what might be coming at her from which direction.
But she thought Audrey could be right. The lapping water was quieter. The only motion she could feel was the gentle swaying of the boat from side to side.
There was a quiet splash. "We're not moving," Dee said.
"Dee, get your hand out of the water!"
Dee muttered something inaudible, but Jenny heard the drip as she took her hand out.
"I don't like this," Summer said.
Jenny didn't, either-and she especially didn't like the thought of getting out of the boat and sloshing around trying to find their way.
"So we're stranded," she murmured. Everyone else was very still and tense.
Wondering what's coming at us, and from which direction... .
She could think of lots of things, all of them nasty. And she had time to think, because for a long while they just sat there, the swan boat rocking gently in the darkness.
"Just don't imagine anything," Audrey said through her teeth from the backseat.
"I'm trying not to," Michael answered defensively.
But of course it was impossible, like trying not to think of a pink elephant. The harder Jenny tried not to imagine what Julian might do to them, the quicker the images crowded into her mind. Every nightmare she'd ever had was suddenly clamoring for her attention.
"I can't take this anymore," Summer breathed.
Dee exhaled sharply. "No. Look, I'm gonna-"
Light.
It started as a fuzzy blue patch in Jenny's peripheral vision, and brightened when she turned to look at it. Like a spotlight in some overly dramatic stage show. Two other spotlights went on, one red, one purple. The colors of the floodlights outside-and the colors of the stained-glass lamps in the More Games shop, Jenny thought. The place where she'd first seen Julian.
"It all comes down to this, doesn't it?" Julian's voice said.
He moved out of the darkness, into the circle where the spotlights mingled. He was wearing a T-shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a black vest, and neat black boots. There was some kind of bangle around his upper arm. He looked urban and barbaric, like somebody you might find wandering the bad parts of town at night. Some street kid with no place to go and too much knowledge behind his blue eyes.
Summer took one look at him and crouched behind Dee.
Jenny felt at a disadvantage. Julian was in the place where the diorama should be-but she felt as if the five of them in the flimsy plastic boat were the