It had been nine days since Kenna's fighter had come crashing down into Mara's wheat fields. On the second day, he felt like he was healthy enough to return to the fight, but no one came for him.
Instead, at night, he and Mara and Jack watched the distant battle from the porch. Jack would rapidly get bored of staring up at the tiny blips and flashes up among the stars though and would turn to play with his toy space fighters.
On the seventh day, Mara told Kenna over dinner that she wouldn't mind if they never came for him. Jack nodded his agreement.
On the eighth day, while they sat on the porch, watching the night sky, Mara reached out and took Kenna's hand. He didn't let go.
But on the tenth day, they came for him.