It made Mark feel a little sick.Ī fresh wave of gasps spilled through the Square, and Mark snapped his head to look up again. There was a longing in many of the eyes he saw, like people truly thought they were being saved by some divine power. And here they all were, looking toward the sky as if the Toad’s joke had been more than that. They’d become a desperate, desperate people, living each day with the weighty feeling that the next one could be their last. Mark tore his gaze from the Berg for a moment to take everything in, struck by the sense of awe surrounding him. Gasps and shouts rippled throughout the crowd hands raised and fingers pointed upward. It was dark inside, and little wisps of mist came swirling out as the gap grew wider. Mark watched in fascination as a large, square-shaped hatch on the bottom of the Berg began to open, pivoting on hinges to lower like a ramp. But the action was cut off by a loud wrenching sound from above, followed by the groan and squeal of hydraulics. Out of the corner of his eye, Mark noticed Darnell taking in a breath, his mouth opening, probably to say something smart and funny back at the Toad. “Come to say he’s sorry for all the sun flare business.”
“Maybe it’s God inside,” the Toad said in a high-pitched voice-it always came out that way when he shouted.
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