James Dashner - The Hunt for Dark Infinity

“One minute to departure.”

“What do we do-just stand here?” Paul asked.

Sofia rolled her eyes. “You can do jumping jacks if you want.”

“You’re telling me you’re not a little scared?”

“I am,” Tick said.

“Maybe a little,” Sofia said.

“Thirty seconds to departure.”

No one said a word after that; Tick counted down inside his head.

“Ten seconds.” A pause. “Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Departure initiated.”

The room began to rotate clockwise, slowly at first, but then it picked up speed.

“Oh, no,” Tick said. “I can’t do this-I’ll throw up all over you guys.”

They spun faster and faster. Tick felt a pressure on his skin, squeezing his limbs and his torso, like an invisible force pushing him against the curved wall at his back. In a matter of seconds, he’d lost track of their rotation speed, his mind and stomach disoriented, his body sinking into the padding. His thoughts whirled as fast as his body, spinning clockwise in a tight circle.

Something clicked in Tick’s mind.

He envisioned the city they’d just left, the layout, the circular road-and the solution to Chu’s riddle crystallized in his head, as clear as anything he’d ever known. In that moment, he knew they shouldn’t be on the train.

They had to stop. They had to go back!

He wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. He felt like the world was crushing him. Grunting, he tried to push his arms up into the air. It felt like he had fifty-pound dumbbells in his hands. The second he relaxed, his arms slammed back onto the wall.

Then it got worse.

A horn sounded, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once, and then the room shifted. With the spinning and the pressure, it was hard to tell which direction the room was moving, but it seemed to have dropped into a black hole, catapulting forward at a speed that was too much for Tick’s mind and body to handle.

He passed out.

"Tick.”

He heard someone say his name, but it sounded hollow, like an echo coming down a long tunnel.

“Tick!”

There it was again. Louder this time. A sharp pain splintered across his mind, and that seemed to do the trick. Groaning, blinking through squinting eyes, he woke up.

“Dude, are you all right?”

Paul. It was Paul.

“Come on. Help him up.”

Sofia.

Tick felt hands grip him by the arms and haul him off the floor, setting him down on a soft bench. Every time he opened his eyes, all he could see were things spinning and rocking back and forth. His mind felt like a pack of termites had been set loose inside for lunch. And the nausea…

“I gotta throw up,” he whispered.

“Not on me, you don’t,” Paul said. “Hurry, let’s get him out of here.”

They grabbed him by the arms again. He heard a door open, felt refreshing cool air wash over him as they helped him stumble outside the portal.

“There’s a garbage can,” he heard Sofia say; they changed directions.

“Hurry,” Tick groaned, trying his best to get his feet under him. A cold line of metal pressed against his neck.

“Go for it,” Paul muttered.

Tick let it all out, then slid to the ground and leaned back against the garbage can. “Ah, that feels much better.” He opened his eyes fully and got his first good look at where they’d arrived.

The station looked much like the one they’d left earlier-maybe a little dirtier, less well-kept. Just as many people milled about, though, some leaving portals, some entering them.

“What happened?” he asked.

“You passed out,” Sofia said. “I think I might have, too, just for a few seconds. When we finally stopped, Paul and I slid down onto the bench, but you crashed straight to the floor.”

“Yeah, man,” Paul said. “You were out like a light.”

“How long were we in that thing?” Tick asked.

Sofia looked at her watch. “Only a half-hour or so.”

“Worst half-hour of my life,” Paul said.

Tick rubbed his face with both hands, then stood up, wobbling for a second before he felt his legs strengthen and solidify beneath him. “We have to go back. Now.”

“Go back?” Paul asked. “Are you crazy?”

“We need to look around,” Sofia said. “Figure out what Chu wants us to do.”

Tick shook his head, which sent another wave of nausea through his gut. “No, we got it wrong. We weren’t supposed to come here. The trains have nothing to do with the riddle.”

“How do you know?” Paul asked. “Fourth City-it’s the closest we’ve gotten to anything that makes sense.”

Tick started walking toward the ticket counter. Paul and Sofia followed, but they didn’t look happy. “Our tickets are round trip-does that mean we just get back on Portal Number Seven?”

“Whoa, man,” Paul said, grabbing Tick by the arm. “Tell us what you’re thinking. If we’re getting back in that death machine, we need to at least let our brains unscramble for a minute.”

Tick nodded, anxious to leave but knowing Paul was right. He found a bench and they sat down, Tick in the middle.

“All right,” he said. “Think about everything. The town Chu sent us to is a perfect circle. We counted twelve main roads that are basically spokes in the huge wheel of how the place is organized. Even the hotel he set us up in-it’s called The Stroke of Midnight Inn. You gettin’ it yet?”

“Holy toothpick on a hand grenade,” Paul whispered.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt as stupid as I feel right now,” Sofia said.

“It never had anything to do with an actual time, ” Tick continued. “It was such an easy riddle because he wanted to throw us off track. We were so sure something had to happen at five o’clock today, we never considered that he might be describing a place. ”

Paul finished for him. “If we look at the town from a bird’s-eye view, it’s a big clock. Our hotel is midnight-twelve o’clock. We need to go to the road that represents five o’clock.”

“But we already looked there,” Sofia said. “We scoured that whole town.”

Tick stretched his arms, feeling better already. “Yeah, but we had so much area to cover, we didn’t really have time to study anything in detail. I bet we find something where the five o’clock road hits the outer circle.”

“Ah, man, what if we’re too late?” Paul asked. “If you’re right, maybe we didn’t have to wait a week. Maybe we should’ve gone to the place a lot sooner.”

Sofia stood up. “Maybe it’s a double riddle.”

“You’re right,” Tick said. “I bet we have to be at the five o’clock road by five o’clock today.”

“Well, then,” Paul said, “we have plenty of time. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“No way,” Tick said. “You really think it’s going to be that easy? Something will try to stop us, I guarantee it.”

“Well, we have to eat, ” Paul insisted.

“Yeah, but we should get back to Circle City first,” Sofia said. “The sooner the better.”

All of them slowly turned their heads to look at the spinning nightmare train from which they’d just exited. Tick couldn’t think of anything he’d rather not do than get back on that thing.

“We have to do it,” Sofia said, as if reading Tick’s thoughts.

“I know,” Tick replied.

“Yeah, eating right now would be really stupid,” Paul said. “I don’t want Tick’s bacon and eggs on my lap when we get there.”

“Come on,” Sofia said. “Let’s figure out how to get back.”

They had to wait only twenty minutes for Portal Number Seven to open up for the return trip to Circle City. Tick had never felt so nervous about a trip before; butterflies swarmed in his chest like it was mating season. He remembered his mom lecturing him at the amusement park: “Now, Atticus, you know what the Spinning Dragon does to your poor tummy.”