Vikus turned back, and Gregor could see tears shining on his cheeks. He didn't have room inside him for any more unspoken words. Then he saw it sitting on the windowsill, motionless except for the delicate twitching of its antennas. He glanced around his tiny bedroom, trying to keep as still as possible. Or just that he felt lucky that out of all the people in the world, his dad was his dad. When Gregor opened his eyes he had the distinct impression that someone was watching him. The Underlanders know there is only one way to lure Gregor back to their world: by kidnapping his little sister, Boots. Or how much he loved it when they took the subway out to the stadium to watch a baseball game. Things like how special it was when they went on the roof at night and tried to find the stars. Should he ignore Vikus? Let him know that none of them, not even an Overlander, could forgive him? Just as he had steeled himself against replying, Gregor thought of the last two years, seven months, and was it fifteen days now? There were so many things he wished he'd said to his dad when he'd had the chance. "Fly you high, Gregor the Overlander," said Vikus. Part of him wasn't ready to forgive Vikus for abandoning them, either.
He wanted to scream at Luxa, "Say something! Don't let your granpa fly off like this! Four of us aren't coming back!" But the words caught in his throat. “As miserable as Gregor felt about being dumped with a rat, his heart ached for Vikus.
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