I could hardly believe it had all really happened. I told them about the ghosts controlling me, that it was me - and wasn't me - who cut the fuel lines. When I came to the part in my tale about reading the markings in the Saelises' book room, I stopped and gazed down at Mase's hand wrapped tightly in mine. Everyone here - all but Crispin and the captain's wife and daughter - held still and silent, waiting for me to continue. They didn't have any reason to doubt me at this point. The ...