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- "That's
our answer, too!" Morgan cried out to The Dark. "Madame Curie
told us radioactivity wasn't a chemical reaction."
- Laughter
rang out. The void brightened.
- The thunder
rolled in the distance, its echo quieter now. The snakes of
darkness that had nearly covered Morgan and Collin began to
slip away.
- I'm
not finished yet! The
Dark bellowed. I will have them. I will!
- "You'll
never have us!" Collin threw back. "We're better than you. We're
smarter, too!"
- When all
was quiet, Courtney rushed toward her brother and her friend,
hugging them tightly. "Where were you?" she asked. "I was so
worried."
- "We were
in Paris with Madame Curie. What about you? We looked everywhere,"
said Morgan.
- "Berlin.
With Albert Einstein. I learned all about the "theory of relativity"
and...and...oh, no!"
- "What's
wrong?" Morgan asked.
- "I was
so worried, I didn't think to bring anything back. I don't have
any puzzle piece."
- "We brought
back some pitchblende from Madame Curie's lab," Collin told
her proudly. "That's a type of rock, you know? We put it in
the puzzle piece and it closed up, but we didn't know what the
riddle was."
- "Pitchblende?"
said Courtney in an awed voice. She looked down at her hand.
In her tightly clenched fist she still held the small rock paperweight
that Einstein had handed her in his office.
- "You brought
pitchblende back, too?" asked Morgan, surprised.
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