They'd decided to take a closer look at the Safeway; they'd decided on fly morphs, since it would draw a lot less attention than their flock of assorted birds of prey, especially given how many times the Yeerks had caught sight of them before. So, after the requisite three hours had passed and all of them were gathered together beside the empty motel, the six of them demorphed and prepared to morph into flies.
The first thing Jake did was to ask what time it was; he'd seemed more jumpy than Tommy had seen him act before, and when Ax told him that it was eight-nineteen, Jake seemed to regain a lot of the certainty he'd lost sometime during their trip from above the Safeway parking lot to this place. Though the decision he made⦠Well, it wasn't remotely the one Tommy had been expecting.
"No, we're leaving," Jake said, in response to Tommy's question about whether or not they were going to start morphing. "Bird morphs, everyone; we'll meet up back at the barn tomorrow," he continued, pausing for a brief moment to share a look with Tommy.
Wondering for a moment just what Jake had meant, Tommy put it out of his mind so that he could morph into an owl and leave this place. Once he was in the air, though, the thoughts he'd pushed aside came rushing back; curiosity about what the look on Jake's face had meant when he'd turned to him, and apprehension about moving. He didn't know a thing about Angel Grove, and he likewise had no idea why the Yeerks would have been interested in it.
He was in the dark, again, and it didn't feel any better than the last time he'd been in that same situation.
