They retreated as the tide crept forward. The tide pools that usually held crystalline water were filled with swirling nebulas.
"Grab anything you can!" yelled Mica.
Three of the boys began to pick up the broken boy, while the others scrambled to gather whatever wildlife they could. Nisha found a sand dollar twenty feet away and pocketed it.
They hurried up the beach and when they came to the tide line they stopped. The broken boy was laid down and they all watched the advancing tied.
"Where'd you reckon it come from?" asked one of the boys.
"I don't know that," said another, with sandy hair.
"It's the night fallen to earth," said Nisha. "It's the space between the stars, come to swallow us."
"Course it ain't," said the boy who'd asked. "Where'd you get that nonsense."
"It's as good a guess as any, Lew," shot Mica. "I don't hear your ideas."
"He ain't any," said another boy.
Nisha heard sirens. They were a long way off, but they grew louder.
The road that Nisha had come on was twenty paced to the north, and she knew Mica, as some of the other boys might be from the Circle City, and they'd called for help.