The two words on Zara's screen, "IT'S A TRAP," changed everything. It was a classic, and usually a bit cliché, warning. But when you're dealing with a seventy-million-year-old, super-intelligent space-crystal, you tend to take such warnings very seriously.
Emma's gut feeling had been right all along. The Syllogist's perfect, logical plan was a lie. But what was the trap? And more importantly, who was the mysterious, secret helper who was sending them warnings using old-school smuggler codes?
They had to figure out the Syllogist's real plan, and they had to do it without letting the giant, pointy space-rock know that they were on to it.
This was a job for Ryan and his new, shiny toy.
He went to the chamber where the Reality Loom was now housed. The colossal, spinning ring of light and color filled the room, its beautiful, shimmering threads weaving a silent, cosmic song. He reached out with his mind, gently touching the threads, and asked the Loom a question.
