A screech sounded behind me. I scrambled along faster. The tunnel branched up ahead, left, right, and straight. Unless I stopped to fiddle with Moon's Mind-I and find the ship's map, I had no idea which direction to go. On instinct, I started straight ahead.

Wailing started at the back of my skull like a steady throb, growing louder. Not from behind me but inside my head. It shifted left, pulsing the side of my face so hard I imagined my scales were shifting. Left. Left, not ...