town. Reb had taken up residence there, camping out more or less, for the roof leaked badly when it rained.
The other Sleepers were already there, and he saw that Reb had made a fire in the fireplace. The cheerful blaze was welcome, although it was not cold outside.
Josh grinned, marching over to the fireplace and holding his hands out to the leaping yellow-and-redflames. âI always liked a fire. Wish we had some marshmallows and weiners. Remember those? Did all of you go on marshmallow roasts?â
âSure did.â Wash grinned back at him. âAnd I always set mine on fire. Turned out to be nothing but a black cinder on the end of a coat hanger.â
Everyone laughed, and Abbey said wistfully, âEvery kid in America did that. Weâd always take marshmallows and weinies and buns, make hot dogs, and sit around the fire and sing.â
âI guess we all remember some of those good times,â Dave said. He was sitting on an upturned box, leaning against the wall, and his strong, tanned face caught the reflection of the fire as he turned to say, âWell, Josh, I guess weâve got a decision to make, but some of us still arenât too convinced about Oliverâs newfangled invention.â
Immediately Josh began to explain all the advantages of returning home to life as it was. He was usually not eloquentâindeed, he was rather shy at times. Now, however, he was overflowing with words, and he spoke with excitement. The firelightâs flicker was reflected in his blue eyes as he spoke. He ended his appeal by saying, âSo, you see, we wonât really be losing anything. All of us are tired of this struggle on Nuworld. Well, we donât have to do it anymore.â
A silence fell across the room.
It was Wash who spoke up. âI see what youâre talking about, Joshâbut I just canât buy it.â
Josh knew that Wash was the leader of the resistance against the idea of going home. Wash had never been in favor of the Dream Maker. For an instant, resentment filled Josh.
Why canât he just go along with the rest of us?
he thought. But he was wise enough not to show his irritation. âLook, Wash, I know youâve hadsome second thoughts about all this, but I donât understand them. Do you like it here with all the hard times weâve been having?â
âWell, I had some hard times back in Oldworld. Some of you didnât grow up like I did. My idea of a big meal was a moon pie and a Diet Coke. I can still remember some of the places we lived in,â he said slowly, his eyes thoughtful. âThere was a lot of us in one little room. And we wasnât there alone, either.â He shuddered. âThere was rats there too. One of them bit my baby sister once.â Wash looked around and saw that the others were watching him intently. That seemed to embarrass him, and he said, âI didnât mean to tell all that, but I think some of the rest of you might remember some hard times too.â
âYouâre right about that, Wash,â Jake said. âIt wasnât a bed of roses for me on the lower East Side of New York. There were gangs there. They caught me one time and beat me so bad I couldnât walk for a week. I had to have six stitches taken right here.â He touched his forehead where a faint scar traced over his right eyebrow. He frowned. âI wouldnât want to go back to
that
again.â
Josh saw that he had to do something. âWell, sure, we all remember hard times, but youâre forgetting one thing.â
âWhatâs that?â Jake asked, raising his eyebrows.
âWe know each other now,â Josh said. âI meanâlook, Wash, I could get some money from my parents and send it to you if weâre living our lives again back in that time. You could do that too, Daveâgive Jake a hand. Couldnât you? We could help each other.â He went on quickly explaining how they would