They decided on the roof of an office building.

     "Think I ought to look up Abby Dawson?" Niki asked.

     "I'm afraid of those phones. Look at that phone. I've never seen a phone like that before."

     "I know. I think these phones have something to do with that metal guy."

     "So what's the plan? What's next? We could get completely out of Dodge, fly up to Canada or whatever, take a look at everything from there."  

     "That's a terrible idea. I hate that idea."

     "I do, too. What was I thinking?"

     "No, we'll use the phone. Let's look up Abby. We can always fly away if we spot any drones."

     "Go."

     Search: Abby Dawson.

     Her face immediately appeared on the screen.

     "She came up," Niki said. "I can't believe it."  

     "Number, too?"

     "Yeah. Want to call her?"

     "Think we can?"

     "Well, if..."

     "Oops, here they come."

     The drones.

     "I'm going straight up," Trevor said. "You coming?"

     "Shhh!"

     "Niki..."

     "I'm memorizing Abby's address. I...okay. Okay, I've got it." She dropped the phone.

      "Let's go."

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