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is?”
    “Aden? Why?”
    “Because he might just be able to help me,” Twist said.
    Arabel looked off into the middle distance for a moment, frowning in thought. Then, she looked back to Twist. “Aden is asleep, in a hotel. The Elizabethan, near Buckingham Palace.”
    “Thank you,” Twist said, already moving to stand. “I have to see him straight away.” The effort of standing made his head ache all the more, but Myra stayed very close and steadied him.
    “Dear, shouldn’t you rest just now?” she asked him pleadingly.
    “I told you,” he said heavily while he waited for the pain in his head to dull. “I can’t rest. If I sit still, I’m only going to think about what’s happening. I’ll go mad within the day.”
    “You’re acting mad right now,” Dr. Rodés mentioned flatly as he returned with a packet of powder and a cup of steaming liquid.
    Twist looked at him sharply, but only found the light of annoyance on his face. Arabel, on the other hand, was watching Twist with a new level of concern. Twist could almost see the doubt in her, the suspicion that he had truly lost his mind. Twist expected to feel disgusted by her lack of understanding, but fear was all he felt.
     
     

 

     
     
    Despite Twist’s best efforts, Captain Howell Davis only looked at him strangely when Twist insisted that the man had a missing nephew. No one else on the airship had ever heard of Jonas either. In desperation, Twist led them to Jonas’s cabin, which remained just the way it had been the last time Twist had seen it. Howell shook his head and mentioned that the Vimana often took on passengers. The things in the cabin must have been left behind by one of them. No matter how Twist tried to counter this fiction with his own truth, Howell’s new memories held fast.
    Finally exasperated, Twist left the ship, climbed down the airship docks to the street below, and hailed a cab. Myra remained at his side as the sun began to rise behind the gray clouds. The streetlights would still be needed for a few more hours, as the sky lightened slowly overhead.
    “Twist, dear,” Myra began softly as he held the cab door open for her. “Maybe we should wait until a little later. Give you some time to—”
    “Myra, please,” Twist said, cutting her off. He focused on not snapping at her, but his voice simply wouldn’t soften as much as he wanted it to. “Just trust me. There’s no time to lose.”
    Myra bit at her metal lip with silver teeth, looking deeply uncertain, but she climbed into the cab and sat back into the shadows silently. Twist followed her inside and then shut the door. He called to the driver, and the cab began to pull away.
    Twist was instantly lost in thought as the cab ambled over the damp cobblestones, through the thin fog that the night had left on the London streets. Aden had to be unaffected by this strange situation. He had a Sight himself, and could always hear the truth. Surely he would remember Jonas. But even if he did, how could he help? If Jonas was truly in orbit, then how could anyone get to him? Had man learned how to travel into outer space? The ones who had taken Jonas were obviously anything but human.
    Myra let out a soft sigh that only barely caught Twist’s attention. He looked to her and was startled to find her face mournful and her posture sagging as she watched the city trot by through the windows of the cab. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap; Twist reached out and gently took one of them. Myra looked up to him quietly as she put on a thin smile. Twist’s Sight ached against the touch, but he caught her worry and fear all the same.
    “Don’t fret, my love,” he said as sweetly as he could. “Everything will be all right.”
    “Of course,” she said, her smile growing a bit stronger. “I’m just…I’m worried for you.”
    Twist’s heart chilled as he felt her fear grow with her words. She wasn’t worried about finding Jonas or discovering why she couldn’t remember