He couldn’t find Neo. Hands
on his hips, he studied the area. He’d looked everywhere! It felt like he’d
been hunting for days. Stupid hide and seek game. He’d been sure he’d find Neo with
no trouble at all.
“Atat? Where’s Neo?” Hamza demanded. He was
hot, tired, and so over this game.
“I can’t tell you. According to Dale, that
would be cheating. You’re supposed to find him on your own. You know that.”
Jolak looked up from the comm and grinned at Hamza’s look of frustration.
“I’ve searched everywhere! In trees, in holes in
trees, in tall grass, in the many, many sitting areas in your garden… and he’s
gone. Poof! He could be lost. Maybe in danger.”
Jolak tapped a finger against his lips. “I see.”
“I think you should tell me where he is. It’s
been unit hours since I stopped counting, Atat! I’m concerned.”
“Uh-huh. My young, it’s been less than twenty
unit minutes.”
