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"Where did they all go?"
He shrugged. "Probably died off. Went extinct. Like the dinosaurs."
She shook her head. "No. That doesn't make sense with the state of this site."
"What do you mean?"
"The first researchers only discovered a handful of broken tools and crude stone bowls. Usually these primitive home sites are brimming with artifacts. But here… nothing."
"They must have moved on, taking their stuff with them."
"Exactly!" She nodded, impressed by Ben's intuitiveness. "But why leave? Why spend decades digging out this habitat only to abandon it? And what about the diamond statuette? Why leave it behind?"
Ben remained silent.
"If only I could spend more time here." She smacked the flat of her hand on the rock.
"Why? Sounds like they already went over everything with a fine-tooth comb."
She shook her head. "No. Clues are too often missed. Even after years of study. I need more time."
"But why bother? We might find a lot more answers during our exploration."
"I hope so." She crawled her way toward the entrance. Ben offered his hand to her as she exited. She took it, his hand hot in her cold palm. He pulled her toward him. She was surprised by his strength, and her left foot slipped in the damp hollow of the cave's firepit and she fell backward, landing her backside squarely into the firepit and dragging Ben down on top of her.
Ben's nose lay an inch from her breast. He looked up at her. "You're not going to hit me again, are you?"
"Sorry. I slipped." She blushed furiously, his body pressing hard on hers.
He cleared his throat. "No apology necessary," he said, grinning down at her. "A few more slips like this and we might have to get married."
She grimaced at him. "Just get off of me." She meant to be stern, but couldn't quite pull it off.
Suddenly, uncontrolled, she began laughing. She couldn't help it. And couldn't stop it. "I mean it…" she said between laughs. "Get off!"
Looking at her oddly, he crawled off her. "It's good to hear you laugh."
She wiped a tear from her eye, still wracked with occasional bursts of laughter. She dropped her head back on the floor, trying to catch her breath. She stared at the ceiling. And saw it. Up there on the ceiling, behind the lip of the entrance. "Goddamn!"
She squinted again at the ceiling. It wasn't her imagination. "Goddamn it!"
She sat up.
"What is it?" Ben asked, a concerned look on his face.
"Those amateurs said they had searched every square inch of this site. No artwork. No cave drawings." She pointed to the ceiling. "Then what the hell is that?"
Ben leaned over and twisted his head around. "What is what?"
"You have to lay down. I think that's why no one's found it." She moved to the side so he could lay down beside her. She pointed with the light of her headlamp. "Right there! Look!"
The crude carving stood in the circle of her light. Only a hand span wide, an oval was chiseled into the ceiling, bisected by a jagged line, like a lightning bolt.
Ben reached up and, with a long whistle, traced it with his finger. His next words were a whisper. "You know, this sort of looks familiar."
"What do you mean?" She expected some wisecrack.
"I've seen something like this. My granddaddy showed it to me."
"You're kidding."
"No, I'm serious." His voice sounded genuine. Almost amazed. "My great-grandmother was full Gagudja, an Aboriginal tribe in the Djuwarr region. Did I ever tell you that?"
"No."
He smiled an inch from her nose. "God's truth, my lady."
The man seemed to have more sides than the Pentagon. Either that or he was spinning a wild tale. She studied him and noted that his blue eyes were coldly serious. She swallowed and turned back to the design on the ceiling. "Does it remind you of anything specific?"
He shrugged, bumping her shoulder. "It's not exactly the same. But it looks sort of like the Gagudja symbol for one of their spirit peoples. One of their oldest, named Mimi."
She considered this information. Could there be some connection? Perhaps a lost Aboriginal tribe? But these dwellings were dated five million years ago. Aeons before the appearance of Aborigines on the Australian continent.
She frowned at the oval drawing. It was probably just a coincidence. She had seen the universality of some symbols across other cultures. Could this be the same case here? Hell, the symbol was rather basic. "This Mimi spirit," she began. "What type of spirit was it?"
"It's just nonsense. Stories."
"No, go on. Myths often have a kernel of truth. Tell me."
He patted the walls of the cave. "Mimis were spirits that lived in rocks."
She felt a chill crawl down her spine, noticing their stone enclosure.
"The Mimis taught the first Bushman to hunt and paint. They were greatly revered. And fear-"
Just then, Dr. Symski returned, standing at their feet. "What are you all doing?" His voice was both accusatory and embarrassed.
Conscious of their odd position, Ashley scrambled out. "I thought you searched this area."
"We did. Why?"
She pointed to the spot next to Ben. "Go look. Up on the roof."
The doctor crawled next to the Aussie. "My god!" he said when he looked where Ben pointed. "It's amazing. Jesus, what do you think it means?"
"I don't have a clue," she said, her hands on her hips, "but I mean to find out."
Linda, seated on a blanket, watched the crystal lake lap at the rocks along the shore a yard away. The water, clear as a window, teemed with small fish and other marine life. A luncheon basket, prepared by the mess hall cook, was open beside her. Two half-eaten sandwiches sat on a paper plate. Bologna and cheese.
"They look like little monsters," Jason said.
Smiling, Linda glanced over to the boy crouched over her portable Nikon microscope, viewing a water sample taken from the lake. "Those cone-shaped ones are called tintinnids," she said. "The squarish ones are diatoms."
"What are they? Some sort of bugs?"
"Not really. More like plants. They're in a family of organisms called phytoplankton. They take sunlight and convert it to energy the way a plant does."
"But if they need sunlight, like a plant"-Jason swiveled to face her, his face scrunched up with concentration-"how do they survive down here in the dark?"
