"Our flight leaves in two hours," Dena said, walking Xilon out of the police station. "Are you hungry?"

"Thank you for your kindness and the borrowed clothes." He touched the edge of the shirt with the image of four men painted across it. How did she get the paint not to rub off? "But I'll take a quick meal then I need to return home."

Dena nodded. "I understand. But the closest lightning storm on our continent will be outside of New Orleans ...