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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Part One
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Part Two
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Part Three
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Part Four
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Acknowledgments
  41. About the Author
  42. What’s next onyour reading list?

I go back inside with Noah, but when he puts his headset on and starts talking to whoever he is playing against on his video game, I know he won’t bother to check on me again for a while.

In the kitchen I quietly open the cabinet, sneaking out a can of Catniss’s food. The grinding sound of the can opener makes her come running. I turn the can upside down onto a plate, and the blob of can-shaped Oceanfish Delight fills the kitchen with a terrible fish-tank stink. Catniss starts meowing so loud I’m scared she is going to give me away, so I drop a spoonful of the mush into her bowl and whisper, “Shhh, this isn’t for you.”

Next, I fill a big bowl with water and, along with the plate of cat food, bring it out to the clearing where the dog came out of the woods. I call and whistle and watch and wait for what seems like forever. But she doesn’t come back.

Chapter 3

RESPONSIBILITY

All day long I keep my eyes on the backyard from the round window in my bedroom. I use my bird-watching binoculars to try to see deeper into the woods, just in case I can spot the dog somewhere out there. I take breaks to check my laptop, but Jude still hasn’t responded.

Come back, I think, throwing my thoughts to her as hard as I can.

At my desk, I take out my box of 132 colored pencils, which I received for my tenth birthday, and flip to a new page in my S. Hawkins sketchbook. Sometimes when I’m drawing, I feel like I’m in another place, almost like a dream, and time can pass all around me without me even knowing it.

Text bubble: The first earthling S. Hawkins meets is a furry creature like none she’s encountered before in all of her travels, but who is lost just like she is . . .

I always start with the eyes, whether they belong to a person, an alien, or even a dog. Gramps taught me that trick—he knows all about drawing because he used to draw political cartoons for the newspapers. He showed me a bunch that he had saved, and even though the colors had faded and I didn’t understand what most of them were about, I could still tell they were amazing.