Flare

Chapter 12

“Are you mad or just stupid?” Jerry demanded, pacing up and down the yard in agitation while he waved a lit cigarette around as if conducting an orchestra.

“I don’t think it’s quite as bad as that,” I said mildly, “it’ll take us maybe an hour to get there and back, and then you and I can be on our way.”

“And you expect me to let you go haring off with an old man who came inches from putting holes in both of us last night? In my car?”

I sighed and leaned against the wooden rail fence that hemmed in this side of the yard.

“Look, I know it’s a big ask, but he’s trying to find his daughter and I can’t blame him. And we owe them, Jerry.”

“No,” he shook his head, “you owe them. I’m just here because I was too stupid to say no when you asked me to drive you halfway across the bloody country, when I should be keeping my head down and waiting for this to blow over!”

“So they didn’t feed you and give you somewhere to sleep last night?” I knew that arguing with him wasn’t the right way to get him to agree, but he was pushing my buttons.

“Yes, they did, but they wouldn’t have had to if I hadn’t been driving you up north.”

He sucked hard on the cigarette and then used the stub to light a new one.

I sighed and rubbed at my eyes.

“Please, Jerry. I know I’m asking a lot, really I do, and I’ll find a way to make it up to you, I swear.”

He began to shake his head, then suddenly the fight went out of him and he shrugged.

“Fine, why the hell not? It’s you who wants to get up to Manchester so badly, I don’t know why I’m complaining about getting some extra rest and another cooked meal. Just bring my car back in one piece!”

“Thank you. I’ll treat it like it was my own.”

“As long as that doesn’t mean ditching it on a hill somewhere, I’ll hold you to that.”

I reached out and squeezed his arm.

“I really do appreciate what you’re doing for me, you know,” I said as he walked and I hobbled back to the cottage. “Most people would have left me to fend for myself by now.”

He shook his head. “Not the decent ones. I can’t pretend to be happy about this, but I said I’d help you get up north and if that means taking a detour to fetch their daughter then so be it. I’m going to empty the car though, just in case. You’ll have a bit more room for her stuff then, if you do find her.”

He unlocked the car and began pulling kit out of the boot, gesturing for me to help. Within a few minutes, all his gear was piled by the cottage door, and I looked at the heap in surprise, wondering how he’d managed to fit so much into such a small car.

Ralph helped us cart it all into the lounge while Harriet prepared a huge lunchbox in the kitchen, presumably to keep us fed while we were out.

I hoped we wouldn’t be gone long enough to need it, but nothing I had seen since the flare had struck told me it wasn’t a good idea to be prepared just in case.

My ankle was aching from overuse, and as Ralph and Jerry continued to ferry things through the kitchen, I began to slow, wincing with each step.

Finally, Harriet took hold of my arm as I limped through the kitchen and directed me to a chair.

“Sit there and put your foot up,” she said, not unkindly but with a stern look. “You’ll be no good to anyone if you wear yourself out now.”

I sat as directed and thanked her as she brought me a bottle of water and some painkillers, wolfing them down and drinking half the bottle in one go. I was more than a little worried that my ankle would make me next to useless in helping Ralph, but he didn’t seem the sort of man to do a thing without thinking it through and I was fairly sure I’d be ok to drive as long as I didn’t overdo it.

The heat grew as I waited, watching the other two finish piling all of Jerry’s worldly possessions in the lounge, and soon I was pouring sweat as the sun beat through the window.

“Do you think this heat is something to do with the flare?” I asked Jerry once they’d finished moving everything.

He sat across the table from me and helped himself to my bottle of water before speaking.

“Yes and no. It’s nothing to do with the flare itself, but there is a lot of uncommon activity on the sun’s surface at the moment, and the CME has just sprayed us with superheated plasma, so it’s all kind of connected but one is not necessarily a consequence of the other, if that makes sense?”

I shrugged. “Sort of.”

He flicked his hair back from his forehead and pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers, as if talking to a particularly dim student.

“When the plasma hits the atmosphere, it strips away the protective layers that surround the earth. Not permanently, but enough to let a much higher proportion of the radiation from the sun through, which this far down is felt as heat and light. Probably not a good idea to hang around in the sun too long today, just in case. God only knows how much damage it could do your skin.”

“Now there’s a cheery thought.”

He nodded. “Isn’t it just? Both the flare and the CME should be over by now, however, so it’s probably ok, but without my equipment working I can’t be sure.”

I nodded at the lounge door. Several items from the car had been scientific machines of unclear design.

“Any chance you can get it going again?”

“I don’t know. It depends on how badly it was damaged, and what sort of power sources I can find to run them. I’ll have a look while you’re gone.”

Harriet closed the lid on the lunchbox and slid it across the table to me.

“That should keep you both going,” she said, then turned to Jerry. “We’ve got a diesel generator in the shed. It’s old, but we’ve got plenty of diesel so you should be able to get it going if you need power.”

Jerry instantly brightened and stood. “That would be great, thank you.”

“But perhaps we’ll see Ralph and young Malcolm off first, eh?”

“Oh, yes, of course.” He sat again, looking slightly embarrassed, just as Ralph came back into the room with a green canvas shooting bag slung over one shoulder and a pair of double barrelled shotguns, one of which I recognised from the night before.

He passed the other to me and I took it uncertainly, just the touch of the smooth wood and metal making my heart thump with the first stirrings of fear.

“You know how to use it?” He asked, passing me a handful of cartridges.

“I’ve been clay shooting a few times, never shot at anything breathing though.”

“Well hopefully you won’t have to; it’s for just in case.”

I nodded and stood, picking the car keys up from the table. The painkillers were beginning to work now and I could put a little more weight on my foot.

“Right then,” I said, moving the shotgun to my left hand and reaching out to shake Jerry’s with the other. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Good luck, and remember to bring my car back in one piece!”

Harriet crossed the room and gave Ralph a peck on the cheek and a quick hug, then to my surprise she did the same to me.

“Thank you,” she whispered, squeezing my free hand, “this means a lot.”

I reddened as Ralph glared at me over her head, and then disentangled myself as graciously as I could.

“It’s my pleasure,” I said, following the old man out to the car, “we’ll see you in an hour or so and you can pay me back with lunch.”

Outside, Ralph took the keys and motioned me into the passenger seat.

“I’ll drive on the way there, I know where it is,” he said by way of explanation as he started the car, “so you better keep that shotgun loaded and pointed in the right direction. I don’t mean to let anyone stop me getting my little girl back, and I expect you to follow my lead no matter what happens. Are we clear?”

“As crystal,” I said, sliding a pair of cartridges into the breech and snapping it closed, all the while wondering if I’d have the guts to use it, even if my life depended on it.