They had no boat to head out from the Bund to check on Cynthia Grant and the others. Suddenly, Flora Bloom pulled a satellite communicator out of her dimensional space. "I remember the yacht is supposed to have a communication device, right? Think this can get through?"
Lex Cross took the satellite communicator from Flora Bloom and keyed in a long string of numbers. Abruptly, the call connected with a CLICK.
"Hello? Cynthia? Irvin Holden, are you guys okay?"
"KSSSHH... KSSSHH. I... KSSSHH... Flora... lost... KSSSHH..."
"Hello? Hello? Hello?"
The signal was obviously being jammed, making it impossible to communicate clearly.
Lex Cross took back the communicator. "Holden Warren, are you lost? Repeat, are you lost?"
"KSSSHH... Yes... KSSSHH... We... KSSSHH... no..."
Suddenly, the satellite communicator beeped with a busy signal, and the connection died. The group frowned, staring at the device in Lex Cross's hands.
"Lost?"
