“What do you mean, ‘okay’?” Alex asked. “Do you know what the Greeks called the Milky Way?” “You know I don’t.” “Galaxias.” Alex sat down on the edge of the couch, trying to ignore the sliver of cold in her gut. Galaxias. Galaxy. Was that the word the corpse had been spelling out again and again? “He was trying to reach you,” said Dawes. “To reach us.”
