"Skip!" Gramps roared. 

     He couldn't see his grandson anywhere. He went to where he'd last seen Skip, 

or to where he thought he last saw Skip, although, in the Arctic in a blizzard all sense of direction got lost. 

​     He felt around for his grandson. 

     "Skip!" 

     "Skip!" Abby yelled, the child in her arms and her two daughters huddled to her. 

     None of them could see anything through the fiercely falling snow. 

     Still, they, too, as a huddled group, headed towards where they'd last seen their son and brother when...

     WHAP! WHAP!

     Something, or someone, invisible was all over them.  

     "It's Adama!" Abby yelled. She refused to let go of the child.  

     Gramps, invisible, figured out where Adama probably was and attacked her even though she was invisible, which allowed the rest of his family to get back to their, 

​     "Skip!"

CONTINUE