“No,” Cam muttered, coming to the place where the stone had come out of. “Dead end not here.” Let’s face it, they’re gone. No one could have survived getting smushed by a several ton boulder even if it wasn’t going at the speed it was.
A tear wandered down her cheek and she ran back to her estimate of the place where the cat and man had last been seen.
Her logical and hopeful sides were having a sissy fight in her brain.
“He has to be here.” Because if he isn’t, you’re toast.
Clary’s brow creased in concern. “Well... cats can be fast. Maybe Rylie was able to run away,” she said, walking farther up the stairs. She suddenly stopped, looking back at Cam. “You know how if there’s an earthquake and the ceiling is coming down, you crouch next to the furniture and not under it? Maybe he did that with the steps,” Clary said hopefully, and then turned away. “Kyle! Rylie!” She called, continuing up the staircase.