Out of Egypt Chapter Seventeen.


Frankie groaned and turned over, she opened her eyes and watched Dierdre snoring beside her. How could she sleep?

For the past few hours she'd drifted in and out of sleep, and now she was wide awake and it was still dark.

Frankie groaned and shifted again, trying—without much success—to get comfortable. She had a kink in her neck and her left leg was asleep, she grumbled and grunted before finally throwing her blanket off. She stood up and stomped away.

"Fantastic," she muttered.

She bit her lip and folded her arms, she looked up to the sky marveling at the sight. In London she'd never seen as many.

"That's where I want to go," Frankie said pointing to the sky.

"Where? To space?" Rick wondered, Frankie was curled on his lap on the deck outside. Frankie turned and grinned.

"In the stars, like Callisto." Frankie said. "Do you think I could go there one day Daddy?"

"You can do whatever you want," Rick replied and Frankie wrapped her tiny arms around her Daddy in a tight hug.

The camp was silent, except for the sounds of sleep and the wind blowing over the sand.

Frankie wrapped her arms around her body, it was cold and a breeze lifted her hair off neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Suddenly Frankie heard something, a sound that filtered over the wind, barely reaching Frankie's ears before it was carried away.

Frances furrowed her brow and wrapped her arms tighter around herself, it's nothing—wait, there it was again. Before Frances realized what she was doing she took a step forward, she strained her ears trying to catch the sound again.

She stopped at the top of a dune and licked her lips. The desert was silent again and Frankie sighed, whatever it had been it was gone. Frankie snorted, if it had been anything at all.

Suddenly Frances froze, gooseflesh popped up over her arms and it had nothing to do with the cold. She shook her head. Stop it, she chastised herself. But she could feel it…feel something behind her. A sensation as if something was watching her.

Frankie set her shoulder and spun around, a confused look crossed over her face. Nothing was there…but…she could have sworn. Frankie shook her head and turned to make her way back to camp.

A shrill scream tore across the desert, waking everyone from their sleep.

Evie bolted awake gasping. She blinked, disoriented, she leaned over groping for the lamp.

"What's the matter?" Rick groaned.

"Nothing," Evie said softly, "just had a dream."

"Want to talk about it?"

Evie shook her head, "no," she said, she saw the worried look on Rick's face and forced herself to smile softly, "it's okay, go back to bed." Evie leaned over and turned off the light, she lay back down and pulled the covers up over her shoulders but she didn't close her eyes. She couldn't.

She rolled over and snuggled up next to Rick, she could feel his warmth and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, she just hoped Frankie was okay.

It was a while before she got back to sleep.

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