combinations he can create. Getting a spark of inspiration, David decides to ask the computer exactly what the formula means.
“What is 12 is 7 is 5 is 3?” he types in.
“You know what it means, David.” The instant reply startles him, but he replies back, “No, I don't know. What is 12 is 7 is 5 is 3?”
“Go back to the source, David. The choice is yours.”
The choice is yours. That's what Dorinda told me the first time she and the Moon Singer appeared to me, when Sally vanished from her wheelchair. If I wanted to find her, I had to take the journey, unafraid, Captain the Moon Singer to her destination and to my destiny.
“But where?” David asks. “Where do I go back to? What is the Source? The Island of Darkness doesn't exist anymore, and neither does Coronadas. Besides, how do I go anywhere at all without the Moon Singer?”
A shadow across the sand alerts David that someone is standing beside him. Startled, he looks up to see Heather.
“Are you talking to yourself, David?” she signs, smiling amiably at him.
David shuts the laptop to shield the screen from her view, and stands to confront her. “How long have you been there?” he signs, agitated. “Are you spying on me?”
Taken aback by David's rudeness, Heather's expression transforms from genial to wounded. “No, David. I - I was just - taking a morning walk and saw you here. I only wanted to say hello to a friend. Why are you upset with me?”
“I'm not upset,” David snaps. “I just want some privacy. I have a lot on my mind.”
“What's wrong with you lately? You're always in a bad mood. Why don't you tell me what's going on. I want to help -”
“I don't want your help,” David moves his fingers sharply. “There's nothing you can do anyway,” he blurts out. “Sally's in a coma and it's all my fault! So just let me be.”
Heather is shocked. This is the first she has heard about Sally. “In a coma? My God, David, what happened to her?”
“She fell down the stairs at the high school last night. I should have held on to her, but I didn't and she fell.”
“I'm so sorry. But - she'll wake up soon - won't she? People do -”
“Soon? She may never wake up at all!”
Heather's eyes begin to well up, from both the news about Sally and David's anger towards her. “You can't blame yourself, David. It was an accident.”
“There's no such thing as an accident. Not where me and my family are concerned. It's like we're cursed. The Nickerson curse, that's what it is.” He picks up a sand pebble and tosses it angrily.
“David, I - I don't know what to say. I -”
“Don't say anything,” David says, morosely. “Just go, before you fall victim to the curse, too.”
Heather almost laughs, but the angst on David's face tells her he is not joking in the slightest.
“Go, I said! Leave me be!”
Stung to the core, Heather backs away from David, sobbing uncontrollably. Then she turns and runs off.
Feeling like a rat for hurting Heather, who has always been a friend to him, David plops down on the bench and holds his head in his hands. He is tired, confused, torn in five different directions. Nothing in his life is working. Nothing in Port Avalon is working. Everywhere he turns there is chaos, turmoil, anger, and devastation. He can't hear the actual sounds of it all, but he can feel the destructive force of it.
He longs to hear again, not the anger and conflict in his surroundings, but the angelic sound of Saliana's song. It was the first sound he had heard in years, and it carried him away to the most amazing adventure of his life on the most magnificent clipper ship one could imagine, to a place where he learned about love and courage and worlds beyond this one.
David opens his laptop and types in, “I want to go back. I'm ready to go back. To the Source, to where it all made sense.”
At those words, at the instant his choice is made and his intention is set, David's laptop becomes a hierarchy of angels, with dancing
“What is 12 is 7 is 5 is 3?” he types in.
“You know what it means, David.” The instant reply startles him, but he replies back, “No, I don't know. What is 12 is 7 is 5 is 3?”
“Go back to the source, David. The choice is yours.”
The choice is yours. That's what Dorinda told me the first time she and the Moon Singer appeared to me, when Sally vanished from her wheelchair. If I wanted to find her, I had to take the journey, unafraid, Captain the Moon Singer to her destination and to my destiny.
“But where?” David asks. “Where do I go back to? What is the Source? The Island of Darkness doesn't exist anymore, and neither does Coronadas. Besides, how do I go anywhere at all without the Moon Singer?”
A shadow across the sand alerts David that someone is standing beside him. Startled, he looks up to see Heather.
“Are you talking to yourself, David?” she signs, smiling amiably at him.
David shuts the laptop to shield the screen from her view, and stands to confront her. “How long have you been there?” he signs, agitated. “Are you spying on me?”
Taken aback by David's rudeness, Heather's expression transforms from genial to wounded. “No, David. I - I was just - taking a morning walk and saw you here. I only wanted to say hello to a friend. Why are you upset with me?”
“I'm not upset,” David snaps. “I just want some privacy. I have a lot on my mind.”
“What's wrong with you lately? You're always in a bad mood. Why don't you tell me what's going on. I want to help -”
“I don't want your help,” David moves his fingers sharply. “There's nothing you can do anyway,” he blurts out. “Sally's in a coma and it's all my fault! So just let me be.”
Heather is shocked. This is the first she has heard about Sally. “In a coma? My God, David, what happened to her?”
“She fell down the stairs at the high school last night. I should have held on to her, but I didn't and she fell.”
“I'm so sorry. But - she'll wake up soon - won't she? People do -”
“Soon? She may never wake up at all!”
Heather's eyes begin to well up, from both the news about Sally and David's anger towards her. “You can't blame yourself, David. It was an accident.”
“There's no such thing as an accident. Not where me and my family are concerned. It's like we're cursed. The Nickerson curse, that's what it is.” He picks up a sand pebble and tosses it angrily.
“David, I - I don't know what to say. I -”
“Don't say anything,” David says, morosely. “Just go, before you fall victim to the curse, too.”
Heather almost laughs, but the angst on David's face tells her he is not joking in the slightest.
“Go, I said! Leave me be!”
Stung to the core, Heather backs away from David, sobbing uncontrollably. Then she turns and runs off.
Feeling like a rat for hurting Heather, who has always been a friend to him, David plops down on the bench and holds his head in his hands. He is tired, confused, torn in five different directions. Nothing in his life is working. Nothing in Port Avalon is working. Everywhere he turns there is chaos, turmoil, anger, and devastation. He can't hear the actual sounds of it all, but he can feel the destructive force of it.
He longs to hear again, not the anger and conflict in his surroundings, but the angelic sound of Saliana's song. It was the first sound he had heard in years, and it carried him away to the most amazing adventure of his life on the most magnificent clipper ship one could imagine, to a place where he learned about love and courage and worlds beyond this one.
David opens his laptop and types in, “I want to go back. I'm ready to go back. To the Source, to where it all made sense.”
At those words, at the instant his choice is made and his intention is set, David's laptop becomes a hierarchy of angels, with dancing
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