Thirty kilometers away from the RV the other team had unearthed the eighth antennae and was contacting the Pilots for confirmation.
"We're going to try and cause a throbbing," the elder pilot announced which was good news to all since there wasn't a very good mallet for striking the fork.
You were talking to Malcolm on a video phone.
"So you did all that work and unearthed the fork. I thought there would be fireworks or something," you told him.
"Everyone was expecting treasure to fall from the sky," he replied.
"Just a small trigger will do it. When you least expect it," you told him.
"How's your Tzango hunt going?" Malcolm changed the subject.
"We got a sustained visual on The Caretaker through a holographic pipe," you answered.
"Did you get photos?" he asked.
"It was an arbitrarily long distance, so no, no photos. Now there's even some doubt over whether it was The Caretaker," you answered.
"So what's your next move?" Malcolm wondered.
"We've decided Rosita Marquez needs to be on our team. She seems to be the only one of us with concrete communication abilities," you responded.
"So you're driving back here to pick up Rosita and Toby," Malcolm guessed.
"And take a shower. We're at a bunch of rocks in the middle of the desert," you added.
"We'll have to have a drink to celebrate the two teams' success," Malcolm proposed.
Although the RV had a large water tank it was thought best to head back to Convus for showers, and hopefully to recruit Rosita Marquez. Jenkins, Miguel and you bumped across the desert on the way back to the campsite.
"So we're going to spend the night in town?" Miguel asked.
"Malcolm proposed we have a drink of pomegranate cider. Probably should sleep it off before we leave," you suggested.
But what would ensue was more than drunk driving. The drunken exploration of underground labyrinths below Corvus.
"We've got a throbbing," Popo shouted. And sure enough you could faintly hear the fork as it vibrated.
"That's being sent from the Pilots?" you asked to confirm what you'd been told on the phone.
But nobody answered you. They were too busy staring at a new event. At the same level as the base of the fork a hatch was opening. The same thought was on everyone's mind;
"This is the hallway that leads to treasure.”
The Crimson Star
The story of what occurred that evening has many versions. There is agreement that Malcolm was to blame or perhaps to credit for what occurred. Understand that he'd been working all that day and was ready for a drink. Understand also that he thought, predictably, that the opening of the hatch was going to be explored after a night's sleep. Understand thirdly that Malcolm's two friends, Professor Jenkins and Stride had just arrived from an excellent discovery of sustained contact with the Tzango race and needed to celebrate, and you may see why drinking took place.
Whatever the case the corks on several tall bottles of pomegranate cider were removed and an after work happy hour commenced.
"I wonder what's through that hatch," Pipi commenced staring drunken at the door.
"Probably the treasure," Michael said a bit drunken himself.
"We should go find it," Margaret Davis said, surpassing herself with the bold suggestion.
"Or we should just sit here and drink cider," Malcolm countered.
"I've only got tonight, tomorrow it's back to the desert," Miguel said.
"Then we have no choice. We have to do a little looking for the treasure tonight," Popo pronounced gathering up his gear.
Everyone would gather, complete with day packs and water bottles, at the hatch, a bit drunken and full of excitement for the adventure ahead.
"I hope it has cool Tzango lighting like the underground in Catharsis," said Pipi.
"If not I've got a funky old flashlight that may even have some battery life," Cameron offered.
And they were off descending a staircase at first and then into a steeply downhill hallway with tile work they recognized.
"The same stonework as Catharsis. A bit like Cuzco in Peru on earth in that it uses each rock's imperfections but smaller," noted Margaret Davis.
"Like pieces in a jigsaw," Miguel noted.
And your group would continue on far too quickly until someone noticed you were lost.
"There has only been 5 forks in the road, I guess we should have taken one because this main route is fading away," Popo declared.
"Potentially this is a maze for hiding a village," Margaret Davis suggested.
And you'd walk on into the night, until finally, sober and blistered you'd emerge from the hatch in the early light of morning.
"I think that was a maze," Toby said and everyone agreed.
The Crimson Star
That was the morning that Omar and Beth returned to find you hung-over and blistered sleeping in.
"We got a message from Margaret Davis that you were about to find the treasure. It got us so excited that we quit our jobs and came out," Omar told you.
"Last night was a bit of a setback," Popo said his voice an octave lower from the drinking.
"We still haven't found the treasure but we're close," Michael revealed.
"Looks like you spent last night drunk and carousing," Omar chided.
"We couldn't resist exploring what's down the hatch," Pipi offered.
"So you went down drunk?" Omar asked.
"Well Miguel, Dr. Jenkins, and Stride weren't going to be available this morning," Roger explained speaking of the desert crew that had left early that morning with Rosita Marquez and Toby along.
"Tell me about what they're up to," Omar requested.
"We're talking about truths that may not be true. The idea is that this site is only a well and antennae. There may be one Tzango fellow by the name of 'the Caretaker' who lives below here. The bulk of the Tzango are below the desert site they are spearheading," Roger explained.
"Sounds like we should be out there too," Omar said fascinated.
"Most of us decided that treasure hunting is most important," Popo countered.
"I'm not sure if it's possible to find the Tzango treasure without establishing contact with the Tzango themselves," Omar opined.
"Last night we saw plenty of turn offs. One of which may lead to the treasure and another may take one on the thirty k walk out to the Tzango," Roger offered.
"Before we spend the day mapping the underground maze I think we should pay attention to the index stone. It changed a lot when we dug up the one fork, but the other sites had three or four. Maybe that's what's required here too," suggested Margaret Davis.
"Perhaps we should form two groups. One to map the maze and another to dig up the remaining forks," Omar told you.
"I can do some digging," Popo volunteered.
"I want to map the underground," Beth added.
And so the group was split into two teams. The day would pass quite quickly until late in the afternoon. That's when Popo ran up from the underground sounding an emergency.
The Crimson Star
"It's Beth, she fell down a shaft," Pipi wheezed out of breath.
"What?"Omar asked a little stunned.
"I've stabilized her vitals and phoned for an airlift," Pipi reassured.
"How bad is it?" Omar asked.
"Anyone else would be dead, but that's an extraordinary woman. She was making jokes about becoming the hag in a Chaucer poem," Pipi answered.
"How far did she fall?" Omar asked a little desperately.
"Fucking far. And the bottom of the hole is jaggy," Pipi responded.
"That girl always knew how to fall," Omar said through teary eyes.
"It was fifty meters. We knew we were two hundred meters down and she landed at a back door to the generator," Pipi told Omar.
"We know the generator is 250 meters down," Popo added.
"She seems to have slowed her fall by scraping at the walls of the shaft. Her hands are badly damaged, but it worked," Pipi told Omar.
"How did the fall happen?" Omar asked.
"It was Angela and Roger. They found a pointing stone with some lights in it. They were foolishly attempting to carry the heavy thing out. Angela got thrown off balance at the shaft top when Roger dropped his end and was about to fall in. Beth saved her but fell in herself," Pipi answered.
"Fucking hell," Omar swore. The first time most people had heard him use profanity.
"How did you get down to her?" Asked Popo.
"We had one fifteen meter piece of rope. I was able to secure myself using some pitons, and lower it down a few times," Pipi answered.
"Sounds dangerous. Good thing you had your climbing gear," Popo said.
"When I got to the bottom I found a door in. Roger and Angela are looking for that route right now," Pipi said.
In an incredibly short period of time the airlift arrived. Pipi had an excellent map newly drawn and was able to lead the crew to the top of the shaft without difficulties. Just as they were roping up for the perilous climb down into the shaft Roger and Angela appeared breathless.
"We can guide you down using staircases and hallways," Roger proposed.
And that's what happened. They even used the overland route to take out the stretcher, flying Beth away in their excellent heli jet. All fell silent in the aftermath and the group calmed and came out of shock.
"Thank god for the Bordertown hospital,” Margaret Davis said watching the plane head over the horizon.
"I'm heading up there,” Omar decided and just like that he was gone.
The Crimson Stat
"The bones on her face were broken," Pipi argued.
"But no obvious brain damage," Popo countered.
They were sitting at the campfire in the campsite drinking pomegranate cider when Angela joined them.
"You guys aren't actually debating Beth's medical outcome, are you?" she chided.
Luckily the conversation was interrupted by Malcolm who was on the video phone with Stride.
"You guys have been eating the Crimson star fruit?" Malcolm asked.
"Rosita Marquez has dried samples," Stride revealed.
"And it helped?" Malcolm asked.
"We found a hatch into the maze. It seems to help navigate," Stride claimed.
"Like the hallways you saw when you tried the star," Malcolm noted.
"Rosita has a detailed knowledge of the maze somehow," Stride suggested.
"Enough of your adventure, I have to tell you about our misadventure mapping the maze," Malcolm interrupted.
"What happened?" asked Stride.
"Omar and Beth showed up shortly after you left. Beth fell down a shaft and was airlifted to hospital in Bordertown," Malcolm told Stride.
"Is she ok?" Stride asked.
"She's an amazing woman. She slowed her fall by scraping the plaster walls with her fingernails. Trashed her hands, broke lots of bones, but she survived," Malcolm summarized.
"Fucking hell," Stride said spitting.
"Omar flew over to be with her," Malcolm reported.
"He didn't get to hear that we met the Tzango," Stride said mournfully.
"That's important news," Malcolm offered.
"Rosita not only is brilliant at navigating the maze, but she has dream contact with 'the doorman' who is our Tzango contact," Stride added.
"Not 'the caretaker'?" Malcolm asked.
"He's probably still by the well. The doorman told Rosita where the hatch is. Ten k from here out in the desert," Stride told Malcolm.
"Pretty concrete evidence that dream contact is real," Malcolm replied.
"Now we meet with him in the maze. Tomorrow we're going to the Tzango underground city," Stride revealed.
There was intense whispering in the campsite. Finally Malcolm spoke:
"Do you think Cameron would drive back and pick up a few of us who want to see the city?" Malcolm asked.
"Probably fine. How many of you are there?" Stride replied.
"All of us," Malcolm said without hesitating.
And so the next day at first light the RV would pull into the campsite. The whole group was heading off to see the Tzango underground city.
The Crimson Star
The first place the RV stopped was the stone outcropping where Miguel, Professor Jenkins, and Stride were camped next to Toby and Rosita Marquez. You all got on board and headed out to the hatch 10 k away.
"When do we meet the door man?" Asked Popo who was excited at a little adventure after digging for days.
"He's through the hatch and down a long flight of stairs," answered Toby who was sitting on the side with Rosita Marquez.
Before long all of you were through the hatch and descending to meet the Tzango.
"I hope they don't mind such a big group of visitors," Angela said eating breakfast as she went.
"They seem like generous and fair minded hosts," Miguel pointed out.
"I'm kind of glad Michael and Lisa stayed at the campsite. Two less guests," Pipi submitted.
"I think Michael has some treasure hunting he wanted to do," Roger guessed.
And then without ceremony you entered the room where you were supposed to meet the Doorman.
"Where is he?" Pipi asked.
"He must have stepped out for a moment," Miguel guessed.
"Maybe it's the wrong room?" Pipi guessed.
"We met with him here a few days ago," Toby responded.
And then all of a sudden he was there.
"I have 'Anna's guide to human etiquette'. It says that if your party breaks the rules by say, unilaterally doubling the size of their party a good response is to break the rules a little yourself, something simple like showing up late is polite and will put them at ease," the doorman said.
He had a large, square head with a tremendous extended jaw. His English was perfect but it sometimes dropped into a sibilant radio like whine.
"We feel at ease," Toby reassured him.
"Anna would be pleased," the Doorman reassured back.
"So we're going to the Tzango city," Roger said changing the subject.
"That's the plan," answered The Doorman.
"Excellent," agreed Roger.
"But first we should talk about your friend Beth," The Doorman said.
"She fell down a chute by the generator," Roger submitted.
"It's important to note that she had help," The Doorman told you.
"What do you mean?" Asked Roger.
"Hundreds of years ago when we were designing that shaft we added air currents to help anyone falling," he added.
"Air currents?" Roger wondered.
"To hold the faller against a wall. Otherwise they'd be pushed into the Centre," he explained.
"And here I thought Beth had summoned some kind of magical powers," Roger confessed.
"And the landing has Pistons to absorb the shock," The Doorman revealed.
"Fifty meters is a long way. Of course she had Tzango Magic on her side," Roger conceded.
"The reason I told you is to prove there was no magic involved. The discovery of an alien species might make you too open minded. Remain skeptical today," The Doorman warned.
The Crimson Star
Almost immediately the trip to the Tzango City would become difficult to believe. The arrival was amazing enough as The Doorman ushered you in to the 'elevator'.
"It's an air chute. Like offices had on earth in the first part of the twentieth century to deliver mail," The Doorman told you.
"You expect us to just jump into that shaft?" you asked.
"It's perfectly safe," The Doorman assured you.
"Looks like a good way to end up like Beth," Miguel warned.
And with no further discussion The Doorman stepped in to the chute and flew away.
"Who's next?" asked Toby.
"I'll go," volunteered Popo.
And without delay he too was gone.
Nobody stepped up to go next, and finally the phone built in to Miguel's arm rang. It was Popo and Miguel put him on speaker so everyone could listen.
"That shaft only goes uphill for a little while, then it is horizontal for a while, then it heads down for a long time," he told you.
"Is The Doorman there?" Roger asked.
"Standing right next to me," Popo answered.
"I guess I'll go next," you put forth and then there were three at the receiving station.
Everyone followed giving you an opportunity to look around. It was a tiny station with a spiraling walkway going up. Several Tzango appeared to be telling jokes in a cluster at the bottom of the ramp. Occasionally they'd laugh and the air would fill with a frequency modulation storm.
"That landing was swank," you said to Popo.
"That's probably why humans never sent anything but mail. We could never figure out a landing that wouldn't hurt people," Popo enthused.
"Those little air jets kind of hurt at first but then when I relaxed they tickled. Finally it was like a massage," you opined.
"A docking system that feels good," Popo said admiringly.
Before long your whole group was on the platform. It was time to pass the joke-tellers at the bottom of the ramp and go out into the Tzango world.
"We come out on the top of a 'hill'," The Doorman told you.
To say that there could be a hill in an underground city is to acknowledge the genius of the Tzango engineering. But sure enough you emerged to a view that was overwhelming in its ornate beauty.
"Are those water features based on Convus well water?" you asked pointing to the ponds and lakes in the view.
"All our water comes from the caretaker's well," The Doorman answered.
"What about that Ferris wheel?" asked Toby.
"It's not a carnival ride it's a rice patty," The Doorman told him.
"Does all the light come from that one outcropping," Michael asked.
"There are five sites hidden around the desert. And we have light amplifiers," The Doorman answered.
"Humans have optical amplifiers. But I think they’re mostly used in laser research," Miguel reported.
"We seem to have figured out how to take a small amount of sunlight and amplify it," The Doorman said.
"Because you have some amazing power generators," Roger said.
"Krilon," The Doorman called it.
"Something to talk about later. Right now we're going to see those buildings," Angela interrupted her husband and led the group down the hill.
The Crimson Star
"The Tzango buildings are spectacular but they also have a Dr Seuss quality," Toby told Angela and Rosita Marquez who were walking with him at the front of the group.
"Tell me about Krilon," Roger asked The Doorman as they walked at the back of the group.
"The Tzango treasure," The Doorman replied.
"What is it, some kind of energy source?" Roger asked.
"Only if you know how to use it. There are those who have stumbled upon a huge bounty of Krilon only to leave it untouched," The Doorman replied.
"Is that the treasure we're looking for?" asked Pipi who had been eavesdropping.
"I think what you're looking for is a folktale. Still you may come upon vast reserves of Krilon, "The Doorman answered.
"That's no good until you know how to use it," guessed Roger.
"The small generator you found at the well powers the whole city. I think an equivalent measure of its strength would be several gigawatts," The Doorman claimed.
"Ya there is a Dr Seuss influence," Angela conceded.
They were in a Tzango grocery store with a whimsical strength.
"They're not vegetarian," Toby said examining a rotisserie.
"Maybe they have green eggs and ham," Rosita Marquez suggested.
"I would not eat them in a box, I would not
Eat them with a fox," quoted Toby.
"Hello you three," The Doorman greeted having just arrived at the grocery store.
"A local. We needed some background on this place," Angela greeted back.
"That meat is fake, grown from a few cells in a test tube. Then shaped into a form like the donor animal," The Doorman told Toby who was staring at the rotisserie again.
"No animals died in the making of this meal," proposed Toby.
"I think the Tzango are vegetarians," Roger, who had just walked in, added.
"Michael you have to look for a stash of Krilon near the generator," you heard Roger talking on a cell.
"It's a fuel source. I've heard it referred to as Tzango treasure," Roger added.
"If you've already found it then we're good. I'll tell the others," Roger said.
"Ya knowing how to use it's the real trick," Roger said.
"I'll look into it," Roger promised.
The Crimson Star
"Those loopy brass pieces remind me of Dr. Seuss," Margaret Davis said as you left the grocery store.
"We found out the Tzango are vegetarian," Toby added summarizing your achievements in the store.
"We found out the Tzango treasure is Krilon," Roger added innocently.
"That's big news," Popo responded.
"Michael already found a stockpile," Roger divulged.
"So that's it. We found the treasure," Toby proposed.
"Krilon is worthless unless you know how to use it. But that one small genset we found is powering the whole city. Apparently one liter of fuel lasts several months, creates gigawatts of power, and creates no pollution," Roger informed you.
"Aren't the Tzango going to object if we plunder their stockpile?" Margaret Davis wondered.
"I guess that planet they destroyed five thousand years ago was mostly Krilon. They seem to have plenty," Roger answered.
"Just because they have plenty is not a justification to steal from them. Especially if we need lessons on how to use the stuff," Popo offered.
But after that the Tzango elders made their opinion known. You were in a kind of community centre a place with many comfortable chairs when The Doorman who had disappeared for a few hours returned.
"Look at this," he said handing you a kind of magazine that he'd collected. It was difficult to understand as it was written in Tzango but the graphics were clear.
"I think it shows that there is a 650 year stockpile of Krilon and if Michael is allowed to remove his find there will be just 640 years left," read Margaret Davis.
"So The Doorman was wrong in encouraging us to take it," Roger said a little dejected.
"Like an overzealous kid encouraging his friends to take his family's silverware," Miguel said disgusted.
All this talk was rudely being conducted in front of The Doorman and now he sought to make amends.
"I'm inclined to think that finishing excavating the eighth antennae is the best move," he offered.
"Because meeting the Tzango themselves is proving fruitless," you concluded.
"One thing I should do before we are off to the caretaker's place is talk to some scholars," The Doorman decided.
"I can see how historians might shed light on the planetary destruction, and anthropologists might have studied the Index stone myth," you offered.
"We call our learned ones by different names but yes, I even want to find out what is known about the ancient ones who created the Index stone," The Doorman proposed.
"I think we'll head back to The Caretakers zone and we can meet you in a week by the generator," Roger invited.
"I'll be an expert in Tzango history by then," The Doorman responded.
And so it would go.
The Crimson Star
On the RV ride back to Convus heated discussion broke out.
"The thing that most confounds me when I think of the Tzango city is how every day we seemed to the locals," Roger started.
"They are a race that makes little distinction between the dream world and the every day. Didn't you notice they knew Rosita by name?" Margaret Davis replied.
"I've known several Tzango for my whole life in my dreams," Confirmed Rosita Marquez.
"I first met The Caretaker in my dreams," you added.
"We still haven't met him in the flesh," Popo clarified.
"It's important to remember the Tzango are essentially a race in hiding," Margaret Davis asserted.
"I guess I took offence when there were no parades or attempts to establish diplomatic relations," Roger offered.
"If they wanted diplomatic relations they would have come above ground years ago," Popo insisted.
Then you were in Convus. The campsite and its showers was welcoming. Michael and Lisa were there to meet the RV.
"The band returns," Michael greeted.
"So how much Krilon were you taking?" asked Pipi too directly.
"It wasn’t such. I got a shopping cart from the general store and filled it up," Michael answered.
"Ten years supply for the Tzango," you inserted.
"Now we're back at the antennae," Miguel told Michael.
"The Caretaker told me," Michael responded.
"So you met him?" Roger asked.
"We're supposed to meet again tomorrow," Michael answered.
"Hope you don't mind a few extras," Roger proposed,
"The more the merrier," Michael invited.
And most of you would be there.
The Crimson Star
In the morning everyone was excited to meet The Caretaker and over breakfast the discussion was far ranging.
"Last night when I got into the tent, Margaret was snoring like a chainsaw," you told everyone.
"I was meeting with some Tzango in my dreams," Margaret Davis replied.
"Any important news?" Angela asked.
"They were talking about small towns I didn't know existed in the Tzango underground, About ten k in each direction from the city. A place called Northtown, and another called Southtown, and two more called East town and West town," she replied.
"Very concrete," Roger judged.
"The aboriginal dream time in Australia on Earth is the most concrete dreamscape we know of. Esmus 7 seems to have different physics for this task," Miss Davis expounded.
"The Esmus echo," Pipi named it.
"We have a week until The Doorman shows up. Maybe visiting a town is a good idea," Roger suggested.
"If I'm not mistaken that outcropping was north of here about 10 k. The air pipe took us about 2 k. That means south town could be a couple of Klicks away," Popo guessed.
"The first thing we should ask The Caretaker," Miguel suggested.
Then it was time to begin the arduous walk down the shaft to where Beth had fallen. Robert and Angela knew the way nest at first but then their knowledge of the staircases and ramps was surpassed by Michael and Lisa's new found expertise.
"This one tiny generator powers the entire city," you told Michael as you approached.
"Krilon powered," Michael confirmed.
And as you entered the shaft The Caretaker was already there.
"We meet again," Michael greeted.
"We met in my dream," you added.
"Pleased to see all of you," The Caretaker answered.
"We met with your colleague The Doorman, he took us to the Tzango city," Roger mentioned.
"I hope you were treated well," The Caretaker wished you.
"We were a little surprised how non-special we were," you answered.
"The Tzango have a connection to the humans above," The Caretaker confided.
"And yet the humans don't even know you're there," Popo ventured.
"Years ago it was decided that the humans were too aggressive to openly share space right now. However progress was being made and slowly integration is happening," The caretaker revealed.
"The creation of the doorman and caretaker positions is a step in that direction. Probably it will take hundreds of years," Michael guessed.
"I think we're planning on moving above ground at about the same time as we run out of Krilon," the Caretaker professed.
"1000 year plan. How long does an average Tzango live?" Asked Roger.
"My grandmother lived to over 700. But most of us expect 500 years," The Caretaker answered.
The Crimson Stsr
The Caretaker had invited you to his home so the discussion continued as you walked.
"So you live in South town?" Pipi asked The Caretaker.
"Such as it is," he replied.
"What does that mean?" asked Pipi.
"Well North town has ten thousand citizens. East and west both have about five thousand, but South town, including my wife and two kids, has eight citizens," he explained.
"What's the problem?" Pipi asked.
"It's perceived as the closest town to humans. Not popular for that reason," The caretaker explained.
"Eight citizens is not many," Pipi decided.
"It will probably grow over the years," The Caretaker said hopefully.
"As the races begin to integrate," Roger added.
The group fell silent then, realizing the disdain the Tzango felt for humanity. Finally just outside town Miguel spoke;
"I'm wondering about your neighbours," he asked.
"There is an old couple. 600 and still going strong. Then there is a young professor and his wife. He's an expert in the history of humans," The Caretaker answered.
"Sounds like someone I have something in common with," Margaret Davos decided.
"The scholar ship is setting sail," Pipi announced.
And silent moments would pass as you walked through the deserted streets on the outskirts of town.
"I live right in the centre," The Caretaker told you as you began to pass by buildings with signs of inhabitation.
"That big house at the end of the street is mine," he said a little later.
"I can hardly wait to meet your wife," Angela told The Caretaker.
"She doesn't speak much English," he replied.
But awkward failures to communicate were avoided when you arrived at the house and found that the professor, named Lucas, and his wife were over visiting.
"I heard you were showing up with humans, Trok," Lucas greeted as The Caretaker hugged his wife.
"I think we should call you by your real name. One of the reasons humans are disliked is we don't spend enough time adapting to others," Roger decided.
"Long live Trok, the caretaker," Miguel pronounced.
"He does take care of our water and generator," Lucas said.
"No need to force him into a name," Roger argued.
Then Angela got into conversation with Lucas' wife Tryla who spoke surprising English so that she was able to do rough translation for Trok's wife Kayla.
"Do you mind when people call your husband the caretaker?" Angela asked.
"He takes care of me," she answered with some help from Tryla.
But another conversation between Lucas, Roger and Popo overflowed into your ears.
"You've already found the treasure. It's the Krilon stockpile. What you're looking for is a decoy. Set up long ago for humans," Lucas argued loudly.
"Just a little cash to pay expenses and to get home to my wife and kids is enough," Popo said mentioning his family for the first time.
"We have five days until the Doorman shows up. Is that enough time to show us this decoy?" asked Roger.
"It's going to have to be," answered Lucas and it was decided.