"Don't need to." Cassie said. "We can smell. They have humans down here. I don't know about Hork-Bajir and Taxxons, but if there are humans down here, they must eat somewhere.

And I swear I smell french fries. "

She was right. I don't know if they were fries, but my roach brain definitely detected food.

31 "Go for the fries!" Jake said with a laugh. We barreled away across the dusty ground. Just ahead, a wall loomed. It was easy enough to find a crack. A roach can slide through a crack no thicker than a quarter.

We emerged into brilliant light and an assault of sounds and smells.

"So. Where do you think we are?" Marco asked.

"This looks like linoleum under us." I said. "Dirty linoleum. I feel a lot of vibrations - lots of feet, I'm guessing. And voices. Too many for me to make sense of them. "

"I smell humans." Ax confirmed.

"Humans don't smell." I said, only half-joking.

"Oh, humans smell." Ax argued. "It's not a bad smell. Sort of like an animal we have back on my planet called a flaar. "

"So we have french fries and humans." Marco said. "Are you telling me we have reached the Yeerk pool McDonald's?"

"If it's some kind of lunchroom or something, it would be a good place to listen in on conversations," Cassie said. "Maybe we can get closer. Crawl up under a table. We should be able to - "

Suddenly a shadow fell over us. Something huge was overhead, blocking out the harsh fluorescent light.

"Now, that. . . that is not a human smell." Ax said.

"I smell it, too." I said.

"It's familiar. I don't like it. Something . . . I've smelled it before . ., it's ... I can't get my human memory and my roach senses together. It smells like . . ."

"Taxxon!" Cassie said suddenly. "Look. That tree-looking thing up there. I think it's a Taxxon leg!"

"Oh, gross. I hate those things." I said.

"LOOK OUT!"

Hurtling down from the fluorescent sky at incredible speed came something like a bright red whip.

I powered my six legs in instant response.

It was too fast!

32 The red whip slapped the ground all around me. It fell over me like an awful, wet quilt. Some thing like glue oozed around me, seeping under my shell, gumming up my legs.

"Nooo!" I screamed.

"I'm trapped!" Marco cried.

I was lifted up off the ground. My back was glued to the red whip, and I was hurtling through space. I caught a wild glimpse of the others, stuck to the red whip just like me.

"What's happening?!" Cassie cried.

"It's the Taxxon." Ax said. "I think he's about to consume us!" We were stuck to the frog-like tongue of the Taxxon, as the evil creature slurped his tongue back down his throat.

33 Chapter 10

"I can't get loose!" Jake yelled. In an instant, without warning, death had come for us. I was glued down, helpless, as the Taxxon's red tongue sucked back into its mouth.

And then . . .

And then . . . everything, everywhere, stopped.

The sticky red whip of the Taxxon's tongue stopped moving.

But it was more than that. Nothing was vibrating against my antennae. There were no sounds.

There were no smells, because the air itself had stopped moving. Then, without meaning to, I began to demorph.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I'm demorphing." Cassie said. "But it wasn't me doing it. "

"Are we dead? Is this some kind of hallucination?" I asked.

"If it is, I'm having it, too." Jake said.

I swiftly grew larger and larger. My center pair of cockroach legs dwindled and disappeared.

My lower legs swelled and grew skin.

I fell from the Taxxon's tongue to the ground, too large and heavy to be stuck any longer.

Toes appeared. Fingers appeared. My true human eyes opened.

I looked around, dazed and disoriented. The others were all there. We were all human again, barefoot and dressed in our skin-tight morphing outfits, like we always were when we came out of a morph.

Ax was back in his Andalite body, just adding to the general weirdness of the scene.

We were inside a building. As we had guessed, it was a lunchroom. There was a kitchen to one side.

There were a dozen long tables down the middle of the room.

People sat at the tables, eating. Only . . . they weren't eating. They were holding forks. They were looking down at plates of food. They were getting ready to speak. They were holding mugs of coffee.

But no one was moving.

No one was breathing.

The steam rising from the mugs of coffee was frozen and still as a photograph.

"Okay. I'm ready to wake up now," Marco said. "This dream is getting weird."

34 "Look," I said. "Hork-Bajir."

Two Hork-Bajir were standing by the door. I had never seen one standing still before. Even frozen in place they were frightening - seven feet of knife-edged arms, legs, head, and tail.

Salad Shooters on legs, as Marco said. Walking razor blades.

And then there was the Taxxon. The one who had been about to eat us. It was a monstrously big centipede, as big around as a concrete sewer pipe. It had a round, red mouth at the very top of its worm body. The long, red whip of a tongue stuck out and hung in the air.

"I have an idea," Marco said. "Even if this is a dream . . . let's get OUT of here!"

"Definitely," I agreed.

"MOVE!" Jake said loudly.

We ran for the door of the lunchroom. Out into the vast, intimidating openness of the cavern.

Outside, the same freeze had occurred. The surface of the Yeerk pool was still. The humans and Hork-Bajir who were involuntary hosts were frozen in their cages, screaming and crying and shouting without a sound or a movement.

On the infestation pier, a woman was bent low over the water, held down by a Hork-Bajir. A Yeerk was halfway into her ear. She was crying. Her tears were motionless on her cheeks.

Then I saw something moving. One single thing in all that eerie stillness.

A boy. He was tall, a little gangly. He had hair that looked as if it had never been combed.

"Oh ..."

I whispered. "Oh . . . look! It's Tobias!"

The others all turned to see.

Tobias shrugged his human shoulders. He held up his hands to stare at his own fingers. "It isme." he said, sounding like he doubted it. "My old body. Here."

I ran to him. I don't really know why, I just did. I wanted to touch him. To know he was real.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" he yelled. He jumped back and suddenly threw his arms up and down.

He was flapping, trying to get away. Trying to fly. I had scared him by rushing at him.

"Sorry," he whispered, terribly embarrassed. "Sorry."

I put my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"Tobias, what's going on?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he said. "I was flying . . . then suddenly, I was here. Like this."

35 "Time has stopped." Ax said. "For everyone but us. I can feel it. "

"Something is very, very wrong," Cassie said darkly.

"Is this some trick of Visser Three's?"

"This is not Yeerk technology, I can tell you that." Ax said. "This is far beyond them; Far beyond us Andalites, as well."

WHAT? HUMILITY? FROM AN ANDALITE?

"Yaaahhh!" Marco screamed.

The voice came from everywhere at once. And from nowhere. It wasn't a voice, not really. It wasn't even thought-speak. It was like an idea that simply popped into your head. The words exploded like bursting balloons inside your own thoughts.