sky, almost tripping over in the process. Above them there was no gap in the rust-coloured clouds.
âThe dust thrown up by the meteorite has settled in the atmosphere,â Daniel explained, not looking round or breaking his stride. He was setting a fast pace and hadnât stopped to check if they were managing to keep up. Obviously he just expected they would because theyâd asked to come.
âWe might not see the sun for days,â he added. âPerhaps if thereâs rain it might help settle some of the debris.â
âWhat are you, a geography teacher?â Sarah said with an edge in her voice, trying to disguise the fact that she was a little out of breath.
Daniel looked round, but he had a smile on his face. âEngineer, actually. I think I mentioned it a couple of times before.â
Sarah replied sarcastically, âSorry, I forgot you have a really cool job. Wow.â
Robert brushed past her and ran up beside Daniel. âHey, Iâve been meaning to ask youâ¦â
Sarah sighed as Robert proceeded to bombard Daniel with a thousand questions about his work, just like he always did when something caught his interest. She hung back and drank the rest of her water, slowing her pace a little to save energy. She watched her younger brother looking up to the man they were supposed to call their father as he spoke, enthralled by what Daniel had to say. Something inside her turned over as she realized that it probably wouldnât be too difficult for Robert to accept Daniel back as his dad. He was younger. And a boy. They could always find boy stuff to do together. But where did that leave her?
âHey, donât fall behind,â Daniel called to her, looking back and slowing so she could catch up. âYouâre the one who wanted to go back to the plane so badly.â
âI donât care about going back to the plane,â she said, aware that her voice had taken on a nasty edge. âI just didnât want you leaving us alone in the desert and not coming back.â
Daniel frowned as she walked up beside him. âI was worried there might be another explosion and there could be some things at the crash⦠Letâs just say, it might not be pretty and I didnât want you two seeing something bad.â He paused for a moment. âDo you really think Iâd desert you?â
âWhy not?â replied Sarah. âYouâve left us before! Perhaps you were thinking that you didnât need two kids to look after. What better place to lose us than the outback?â
They walked on, watching Robert, who had run on ahead and was struggling up a little hill of sand.
âI havenât been there, youâre right,â Daniel admitted. âAnd I havenât earned the right to call myself a dad yet. But Iâm not about to abandon you, Sarah. And as for looking after you and Robert, I think youâre doing a good enough job of that yourself.â
Sarah didnât say anything for a moment.
âRobert likes you,â she told him finally.
âYeah?â Daniel said. âHow do you feel?â
Sarah thought about it. âYou did pretty well getting us off that plane.â
Daniel looked like he was going to say something else, but stopped short when Robert let out a cry from the top of the ridge of sand. Despite the heat, they ran to catch up with him. At the top of the little hill, they saw what he was looking at.
A groove, hundreds of metres long, had been scraped into the desert floor, stretching away into the distance. It had clearly been made by the plane as it hit the ground for the first time. Directly ahead, one of the planeâs landing wheels and its torn metal strut were half-buried in the sand.
Suitcases, backpacks and boxes littered the ground, some of them ripped open, spilling their contents. There were dozens.
Daniel clapped a hand on Robertâs shoulder and started down the ridge towards the