“She’s gotta be at least five hundred years old.” Nathan rechecks the sample of organic material on his desk for the fifth time. Sophie...

“Can you zoom in right here?” Nathan points to a shadow on the computer screen. Sophie clicks to make it larger, the image morphing into...

“It’s been two days!” I tuck my feet under me and hand Sophie the TV remote. “How long does it take to make a simple decision?” “Now you...

"What the fuck is going on? Where's Xander?" Sophie and I follow Nathan into a sea of crewmembers, who are moving debris and medical...

“You wanna talk about what had you screaming in the middle of the night?” Sophie shoves a forkful of French toast into her mouth and...

“What’s the name of the ship, Em?” Sophie asks me for the billionth time, her dark eyes darting from one end of the marina to the other as we make our way among the deckhands. “The Griffin. Honestly Soph, you need to relax a little. I’ve got all the information right here. We shouldn’t be able to miss it,” I reassure her, though I’m a little nervous myself. Which is far from usual for me. We both slept through our alarms, resulting in a lot of cuss words and thrown clothes. “