‘I’ve lost it.’ Red moaned.
‘It’ll return, it always does.’ I replied.
‘The signal was there Blake and now it’s gone.’ She said, staring intently at her monitor screen.
I knew what she wanted, that double trace to come back long enough for her to verify her theory, to guarantee that her name would go down in history.
And I knew that I wanted her.
That was why I volunteered for the posting while the rest of humanity hid away in fear far to the south of us. I was literally the only man for a thousand miles.
I watched as she got up from her desk and walked over to the window that made up the whole of the northern wall of the observation station. The dazzling lights in the sky outshone even Red. Her features obscured, only her silhouette visible against the abstract canvas of the falling meteorites and intermittent explosions to the north.
Red just stood there looking northward. I wondered how much she could make out of the terrain but knew she was as familiar as I with every rock and leaf of the view.
In daylight she would have been able to make out the path that winded its way lazily down the steep slope to the forest floor below. It was a beautiful view, trees as far as the eye could see.
A week earlier though, there had been no trees at the foot of the slope. We had been able to see the river and the little pier with the motor launch which was our only means of escape. That was gone now, destroyed by the trees southward march.
I wondered if Red would allow me to attempt to save her.
She smiled as she passed me, returned to her desk and her attempt to establish first contact. For Red was convinced the message was being sent to us from the trees.
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