Kingdom Keepers IV(41)
He felt like he’d been punched. “The Syndrome,” Finn croaked out. “Sleeping Beauty Syndrome.” It had to be something else—anything else. The flu? Food poisoning? The panic started in his legs as a painful chill and ruptured through the rest of him. THE SYNDROME? Did Willa’s mom have any idea of what she was suggesting? For Willa to be in SBS, Philby would have had to cross her over. For Philby to cross her over, he would have at least told Finn, if not all the Keepers. Philby had not told Finn. So either Philby had turned traitor—he recalled Wayne’s Kim Possible warning!—or someone else had crossed her over. Exactly as had happened to Charlene. Both considerations were…terrifying. Which only drove the cold all the deeper into his bones.
“Now, you listen to me, young man.”
Finn felt himself go rigid.
“The Imagineers supposedly repaired the DHI program. They met with us—the parents—and told us that this kind of thing—this crossing over, or whatever you all call it—couldn’t happen again. Wouldn’t happen again. But now it has—to my daughter—and I want some answers.” She sniffled back some tears. “I want Willa back. She’s always said you were the leader. I have several options: the police, the Imagineers, the hospital. Willa made me promise that if anything like this ever happened I would come to you first. So I have. She told me that the Imagineers couldn’t help Terrence, and doctors only made things worse for Dell Philby. So before I take the next step—here I am, awaiting your explanation.”
Finn could barely believe what he was hearing. What if other Keepers were in the Syndrome and he didn’t know about it? What if he was the only one not in the Syndrome? He hadn’t even seen Amanda this morning at school. The cold panic owned him.
“Well, young man?”
“I…ah…The thing is…” What was he supposed to say? He had more questions than she had. All he wanted to do was start texting—but he had Willa’s mom to contend with, and texting was illegal in school. He looked around, considering leaving her standing there and skipping out of school. He muttered, “Yes, it’s true they…the Imagineers…fixed the DHI server.” At least he thought they had. “But there’ve been some glitches in the past couple days. A week, maybe.” His mouth uttered the explanations but his mind was elsewhere—Wayne’s warning, the photo of the Evil Queen with Luowski and others. Did she have the kids working for her? A spell would explain Luowski’s supernatural strength.
He continued, “The Imagineers—Wayne—warned Philby that stuff was happening. If you contact them—the Imagineers—they’ll back that up. As for stopping it? If she’s really crossed over—”
“If? Are you calling me a liar, young man?”
“Oh, come on!” Finn said, suddenly annoyed. He was half-crazed with a mind that couldn’t stop thinking about a million things at once. Why wouldn’t she just go away? “Listen: the same thing happened to Charlene two nights ago. We have no idea what’s going on.” That came out wrong. “We got Charlene back. We can get Willa back. But this is not us. Okay?”
She crossed her arms defiantly. “If you think I am going to stand idly by while my daughter is in a coma, you are gravely mistaken.”
He’d seen his own mother this way. Unpredictable, terror-ridden. Poor Willa! he thought. Stuck in some Park, not knowing how she’d gotten there. Did the Overtakers have her? Why? What did they want?
Just go away, would you? he felt like shouting.
“I will cross over tonight and find her. I’ll bring her back. Promise.” He was promising something he couldn’t necessarily deliver, and he thought they both knew it. The police? That had been mentioned as her first option.
He thought about Wanda being arrested, and now it made so much sense: if the Overtakers wanted to eliminate the competition, where would they start? With Wayne. With Wayne’s daughter. And then, one by one, the Keepers.
He thought about the photo—the green-eyed students with the Evil Queen.
He felt a shiver down to his toes. They were under attack. He’d said that to her, but only now did he fully grasp his own words. It was all-out war, and the Keepers were late to the party.
He needed to settle down, to project confidence. Instead, he felt paranoid. Terrified. Spooked. But he had to keep her from complaining to the police, or even to the Imagineers. The Syndrome was nothing to mess with—not even the Imagineers understood it the way the Keepers did.
He tried to explain: “If you go to the Imagineers, the first thing they’ll do is shut down the DHI servers in each Park. That’s why she told you to come to me first. If the servers are shut down she’s done.” Was that what the OTs wanted? he wondered. To take the Keepers out of the picture by getting the entire DHI system shut down? “She’s in the Syndrome. She wanted you to come to me so that we’d go get her. Let me do that. PLEASE! It’s what she wants to happen.”