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  There was good news, though. Rebecca’s arm had regained a little bit of movement. She still couldn’t walk, but she could feel her toes again, so that indicated that her system was slowly recovering from the tentacles of the antibodies.

  Not Fatboy, though. There was no coming back from what had got him.

  Rebecca smiled up at Tane from the bunk as he entered with a can of Diet Coke.

  “There you go,” he said, handing it to her one good arm. “Ready for some exercise?”

  “What do you have in mind?” Rebecca smiled.

  “I thought a little aerobics, maybe followed by some kickboxing, and a little mountain biking to round it all off.”

  She laughed.

  Tane said, “Or we could just do the stretching exercises, like yesterday.”

  Xena flipped herself down from the topmost bunk as Tane grasped Rebecca’s right ankle and bent her knee, pushing her ankle up to her backside. He held it there for a moment, then repeated the process on the other leg.

  “Progress,” he said cheerfully. “You were helping a bit that time. I could feel it.”

  She smiled again. “Every day it gets a little better. I don’t think it’s a permanent thing.”

  “Thank God.”

  “Indeed.”

  He stretched and bent her right leg a few more times.

  Rebecca said wistfully, “I had my whole life mapped out, you know. Ever since I was twelve. I knew what university I wanted to go to, what I was going to major in. Where I was going to work. Everything like that. But life kept changing things. First my dad died. But after a while I thought I could cope with that and still stick to my plans. Then there was that thing with Mum. But I was on top of that, too, I thought.”

  Tane thought he caught a glimpse of a tear, but nothing more.

  She said, “Then all this happened. Now nothing is the same. Nothing is ever going to be the same.”

  Tane changed legs. “Not me. I didn’t know where I’d be, one year ahead. Most of the time I didn’t know where I’d be one day ahead. But whatever I expected to come from my life, I sure as hell didn’t expect to be sitting on the bottom of a cave in the Hauraki Gulf in a yellow submarine, drinking Diet Coke during the apocalypse.”

  Xena grabbed the can out of Rebecca’s hand and wandered off toward the cockpit, chattering happily. She had quite a taste for it, they had discovered.

  A brightly colored school of fish surrounded the port-hole for a moment, as if fascinated by what they saw inside. Here, we are the goldfish bowl, Tane thought, but didn’t say it out loud. It took a bit of getting used to, this life under the sea.

  “Did we save them?” Rebecca asked. “Do you think?”

  Tane smiled and took her hand. “I think we bought them a little time. We slowed down the fog enough to let them evacuate Auckland. But the fog won’t stay still. It’ll keep moving south, and so will the…” He paused, searching for the word.

  “Refugees,” Rebecca contributed, and she was right, but it seemed an odd word to be using for the population of Auckland.

  “And pretty soon they’ll run out of room to run.”

  Rebecca clasped her other hand over his and he felt the tension in her grasp.

  “Is there any way to stop it? If only we—”

  “I thought we agreed never to say ‘if only.’” Tane forced a smile.

  “Yeah, but if only—”

  “If only this, if only that. If only we’d done things a little differently, we might have stopped the Chimera Project. You can never say ‘if only.’”

  “I know.”

  Tane closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get it out of his head. If only…

  He looked up to see Rebecca smiling at him.

  Tane fingered the patu pounamu hanging from a cord around his neck. He hadn’t remembered grabbing it, but Rebecca had apparently had to prize it out of his fingers after she had got him on board.

  “You think we’re supposed to start over?” Tane asked.

  She nodded. “I think so. Once it is all over and the clouds of fog have slowly dissipated. Maybe months, maybe years from now. I think we get a new beginning. This time we will do it like your father said, as family with the world around us, not as conquerors of it.”

  He took her hand and held it, thinking about her words.

  He tried to imagine it but a flood of images kept intruding. Fatboy in the door of the fire engine. His mother and father waving goodbye at the entrance to the Marae. Rebecca’s mother, watching events on her television that were unfolding outside her window.

  Xena sat in the corner of the cabin and slurped at her Coke and grinned at him.

  “No,” he said finally.

  “No?” Rebecca’s eyes were wide, questioning.

  “Too many people died,” Tane said. “Too many people died.”

  “But Kaitiakitanga,” Rebecca protested. “Building a new race, teaching them to live in peace with the planet…”

  “All of that I agree with,” Tane said. “The teachings of the ancestors, the responsibility, the guardianship of all that lies around us. Kaitiakitanga.”

  He clasped her hand in both of his.

  She said nothing, but he didn’t need her to.

  “You asked if there was any way to stop it, and I think there is. Nobody has to die.”

  “Nobody has to die.” She twisted the words around in her mouth. “What do you mean?”

  “The only way to stop it is to stop it from starting.”

  “Stop it from starting?”

  She looked at him blankly and he asked, “Where’s that notebook of yours with all the messages in it?”

  “It’s in my pocket. Why?”

  “Those aren’t the messages we’re going to send.”

  She caught her breath, catching on to his meaning. “We change the messages!”

  “Nobody has to die,” Tane said. “If we change the messages, we can change the past.”

  “If we change the past,” Rebecca breathed, “we change the future!”

  “Our present.” Tane smiled. “We can change our now.”

  “Then nobody has to die. Not Fatboy, not your mum and dad, my mum. Not even Zeta.”

  “Not even Zeta.” Tane smiled. “I’m not sure about Grandad, though.”

  Rebecca laughed, and said, “Just when I was getting used to the idea of being stuck in a submarine with you for the rest of my life.”

  Tane laughed, but then his face grew serious. “But we can’t make the same mistakes we did last time.”

  He paused and looked her straight in the eye before continuing. “So this time…let’s get it right.”

  THE BEGINNING

  They took all the trees

  Put ’em in a tree museum

  And they charged the people

  A dollar and a half just to see ’em.

  Don’t it always seem to go

  That you don’t know what you’ve got

  Till it’s gone

  They paved paradise

  And put up a parking lot.

  —Joni Mitchell, “Big Yellow Taxi”

  The saving of the world started quietly enough for Tane Williams and Rebecca Richards, lying on their backs on a wooden platform on Lake Sunnyvale. Which wasn’t really a lake at all.

  Sunnyvale School was set in a small valley. A nice little suburban valley. A hundred years ago, it had been a nice little swamp where Pukeko and Black Stilts had competed for the best nesting positions, and croakless native frogs had snared insects with their flicking tongues. But now it was a nice little suburban valley, surrounded by nice little homes belonging to nice little homeowners who painted their fences and paid their taxes and never gave any thought to the fact that when it rained, all the water that ran through their properties also ran through the properties below, and the properties below those, and so on until it reached the lowest point of the valley floor. Which happened to be Sunnyvale School.

  As a consequence, Sunnyvale School had t
o have very good drainage. When it rained hard, as it often did in the west of Auckland, an awful lot of that rain made its way down from the hillsides surrounding the school and ended up on the playing fields and netball courts of the small but cheerful school.

  The stars above shone down with a piercing intensity that penetrated the haze of lights from the suburban homes around the valley. The moon, too, was lurking about, turning the weathered wood of the small platform to silver. From an open window in a house somewhere on the surrounding slopes, an old Joni Mitchell folk song reached out plaintively across the water to them.

  Tane and Rebecca lay on their backs on the small wooden platform in the center of the two main playing fields and looked up at the stars, for the rain had stopped many hours ago, and the night was clear and beautiful….

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Many thanks to Mere Whaanga, who provided great wisdom and advice on the cultural aspects of this story, and to Dr. Roger Booth, associate professor of immunology and health psychology at the University of Auckland, whose vivid descriptions of the immune system at work provided the basis for much of the science in this book and made a technical and complex subject highly entertaining. Thanks also to Creative New Zealand for their generous funding, which allowed me time to work on this book.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Whether it’s an undersea encounter with a moray eel or a ride on an elephant with a mind of its own, Brian Falkner often finds himself in strange and exciting situations—just the sorts of adventures he enjoys writing about! While Tane and Rebecca don’t run into any eels or elephants, characters in Brian’s future books had better be prepared for anything….

  Brian studied computers in college but left school to pursue his love of writing. After training as a journalist, he worked as a reporter, an advertising copywriter, a radio announcer, and an Internet developer before his first children’s book was published. Now he lives on the North Shore of New Zealand’s largest city, Auckland, with his wife, their two kids, and two dogs.

  To learn more about Brian’s adventures—and his books!—visit his Web site at www.brianfalkner.co.nz.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Text copyright © 2008 by Brian Falkner

  Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to reprint previously published material:

  Alfred Publishing Company, Inc.: Lyrics from “Big Yellow Taxi,” words and music by Joni Mitchell, copyright © 1970 (renewed) by Crazy Crow Music. All rights reserved by Sony/ATV Music Publishing. Lyrics from “Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Town,” words by Haven Gillespie and music by J. Fred Coots, copyright © 1934 (renewed) by EMI Feist Catalog, Inc. Rights for the extended renewal term in the United States are controlled by Haven Gillespie Music and EMI Feist Catalog, Inc. Exclusive worldwide print rights administered by Alfred Publishing Company, Inc. All rights reserved.

  Sony/ATV Music Publishing: Lyrics from “Yellow Submarine,” words and music by John Lennon and Paul McCartney, copyright © 1966. All rights reserved.

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Falkner, Brian.

  The tomorrow code / Brian Falkner.—1st American ed.

  p. cm.

  Summary: Two New Zealand teenagers receive a desperate SOS from their future selves and set out on a quest to stop an impending ecological disaster that could mean the end of humanity.

  eISBN:978-0-375-89233-2

  [1. Science fiction. 2. Environmental disasters—Fiction. 3. New Zealand—Fiction.] I. Title.

  PZ7.F1947To 2008

  [Fic]—dc22

  2007036607

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