“First a trickle, then nothing,” he said. “But, Wellington, that’s the mystery. The water was there. It dries up. And never again is there water. Yet another hole nearby produces the same result: a trickle that stops. Has no one ever been curious about this?” “It is curious,” he said. “You suspect some living agency? Wouldn’t that have shown in core samples?” “What would have shown? Alien plant matter…or animal? Who could recognize it?” She turned back to the slope. “The water is stopped. Something plugs it. That’s my suspicion.”
