“We’ll climb up the left side,” Nick said. “He won’t be able to get a good angle on us that way. Climbing was rough at first, but they quickly got the hang of it. As they passed the orbiter’s massive engines, the kid tried to shoot again, but his bullet ricocheted off a rusty bed frame in the scaffold’s infrastructure. The bullet’s shell casing dropped from above, bouncing off of Johnnie-O’s head. “I’ve never seen bullets come through into Everlost,” Johnnie-O said. “At least not on their own. Do you suppose they were ripped?”

Nick decided to keep his opinion to himself—although he was pretty sure that they had found Zach the Ripper.

One more missed shot, and the ripper closed the hatch, shutting himself in. Nick and Johnnie-O continued to climb, trying not to look down.

“If we fall, we’ll just land on the deadspot. We’ll be okay,” said Nick.

“Yeah … unless we miss.”

“Maybe we can land on Kudzu,” suggested Nick, since the dog had begun barking again.

As they neared the top, the scaffold became thinner and harder to climb, until they finally reached the closed cockpit door. The Ripper showed no signs of coming out.

“We’ll force our way in!” said Johnnie-O.

“No. It’s an airtight hatch—there’s no way to get in from the outside.”

“So what are we gonna do?” grunted Johnnie-O. “Just let him sit in there? He’ll never come out.”

Nick looked up toward the orbiter’s viewport, but it was out of view. There was no window on the shuttle that could give the Ripper a view of them.

“Ever watch a turtle that has pulled into its shell?” Nick asked Johnnie-O. “How do you get it to come out again?”

Johnnie-O considered it, and understood what Nick was suggesting. The question was how long could the two of them wait right outside that door? How long could they quietly cling to the scaffold?

While Afterlights tended to develop an unnatural patience for the passage of time, it usually accompanied some pleasurable activity. It could be something as simple as jumping rope, or as complex as a chess marathon; it all depended on the person. However, sitting in absolute silence on the top of a scrap-metal scaffold was enough to drive even the most patient Afterlight stir-crazy. Johnnie-O would occasionally open his mouth to ask a question, or just to complain, but Nick always shushed him before the words were spoken. Eventually Kudzu either forgot they were there, or had decided they were a part of the scaffold. Either way, he finally stopped barking.