For more than an hour, Tom and I watched.
Then Emma suddenly looked at her arm.
She said something to Jake.
He examined his own skin.
Lisa looked down.
Then Jim did the same.
Even through the camera feed, I could see the mood change instantly.
They were turning green.
They quickly climbed out and headed toward the gate.
Jim tried to open it.
Nothing happened.
He pulled harder.
Still locked.
He tried pushing, pulling, lifting.
The automatic lock held.
Tom stood.
“All right.”
We walked into the backyard.
Jim turned when he heard us.
