Every whisper of wind sounded like a voice. Every animal rustling in the forest was a poor creature I’d raised from the dead. Every creak of a tree was a corpse clawing up from the cold ground. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw the dead girl. Then I saw the dead bats. Then I saw the girl, buried in this forest, never found, waking in a shallow grave, trapped in her rotted corpse, unable to scream, to struggle….
I kept my eyes open.
I thought of waking Derek. He wouldn’t complain. But after what he’d just been through, it seemed silly to say I couldn’t bear being out here with a murder reenactment playing behind me. I did nudge him a few times, though, hoping he’d wake up.
But he didn’t. He was exhausted and he needed his rest, and even if he did wake up, what could we do? We were trapped at this bus stop until morning.
So I sat and I tried not to think. When that failed, I recited multiplication tables, which only reminded me of school and made me wonder whether I’d ever go back; and that reminded me of Liz, of how much she’d hated math, and I wondered how she was and where she was and…
I switched to reciting favorite movie dialogue, but, again, it only reminded me of my other life, then my dad and how worried he must be. I drove myself nuts trying to figure out some safe way to get him a message, getting more and more frustrated when I couldn’t.
I finally settled on something that always comforted me—singing “Daydream Believer. ” It was my mom’s favorite song, the one she’d sung me to sleep with whenever I had nightmares. I only knew one verse and the chorus, but I whispered them under my breath, over and over and…
“Chloe?”
Fingers touched my shoulder. I blinked and saw Derek crouched beside me, still in his shorts, his face dark with worry.
“S-sorry. I drifted off. ”
“With your eyes open? Sitting up? I’ve been trying to snap you out of it for a while. ”
“Oh?” I looked around and saw it was day. I blinked harder and yawned. “Long night. ”
“You’ve been sitting here awake all night?” He lowered himself to the ground. “Because of what happened with me? I know that couldn’t have been easy to watch—”
“That’s not why. ”
I tried to duck having to explain, but he kept pushing, and it came down to telling the truth or letting him think that watching him Change had put me in a state of shock. I told him about the girl.
“It wasn’t real,” I said as I finished. “Well, it was—once. But I was just seeing some kind of ghostly replay. ”
“And you watched that, all night?”
“No, it’s”—I waved my hand over my shoulder—“back there. I didn’t look. ”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You were tired. I didn’t want to bother you. ”
“Bother me? That is the stupidest—” He stopped. “Wrong word. Stubborn, not stupid…and yelling at you right now isn’t helping, is it?”
“Not really. ”
“Next time, wake me up. I don’t expect you to tough out something like that, and I’m not impressed that you did. ”
“Yes, sir. ”
“And next time you don’t tell me, I will yell at you. ”
“Yes, sir. ”
“I’m not your drill sergeant, Chloe. I don’t like getting on your case all the time. ”
I wasn’t touching that one.
“I don’t mean to…” He sighed, shook his head, and got to his feet. “Give me a minute to get dressed, and we’ll head into the truck stop, warm up, and get some breakfast. ”
He took his clothes and headed for the thicket, still talking. “The main bus station is in the city. I’m hoping we’ll have enough for cab fare. When we get inside, we’ll call and get the bus rates and schedule, so we’ll know how much money we have left over. ”
“I’ve got”—I pulled bills from my pocket—“eighty. I left the rest in my backpack. I don’t like carrying it all around. ”
“Most of mine is in my backpack, too, which I forgot on the bus. ” He cursed himself under his breath.
“You were in no shape to be remembering anything last night. I should have thought to grab mine. ”
“But you were worried about me. Never mind, we’ll have enough. I’ve got about a hundred…”
A pause. Then the sound of hands slapping fabric, like he was patting his pockets.
He swore. “It must have fallen out. Where did you get my jeans from?”
“Right where you left them, folded by the tree. I checked the pockets first. There was just an energy bar wrapper. ”
“I know I had—” He stopped and swore again. “No, I moved the money to my jacket, which I left on the bus. ”
“Eighty dollars should cover the bus to New York and breakfast. We’ll walk, then catch a city bus to the station. ”
He strode from the bushes, muttering, “Stupid, stupid. ”
“Like I said, you had other things on your mind. We both did. And neither of us is used to playing fugitive yet. We’ll learn. For now, let’s get inside. I’m freezing. ”
Thirty
WHILE DEREK WAS IN the bathroom I called the bus station and got fares and a schedule. The guy was even nice enough to tell me which city buses we needed to take to get there.
When Derek came out of the bathroom, his sweatshirt was damp and clean, and his hair was wet and glistening, like he’d wiped down the shirt and washed his hair in the sink.
“Good news first or bad—” I stopped. “Dumb question. Bad, right?”
“Yeah. ”
“We’ve got a two-mile walk to the nearest bus stop, plus one transfer to get to the terminal. The good news? The fare is sixty dollars for two students to New York, so we have enough for breakfast. ”
“And deodorant. ”
I was going to say that didn’t matter, but from the set of his jaw, it mattered to him, so I nodded and said, “Sure. ”
We bought deodorant and a cheap comb. And, yes, we shared them. Money was too tight to get silly about that.
The smell of bacon and eggs from the restaurant set my mouth watering, but our cash wouldn’t stretch to cover a hot breakfast. We grabbed cartons of chocolate milk, two energy bars, and two bags of peanuts, then headed out for our hike to the bus stop.
After about a half mile of silence, Derek said, “You’re quiet this morning. ”
“Just tired. ”
Another hundred feet.
“It’s last night, isn’t it?” he said. “If you want to talk about it…”
“Not really. ”
Every few steps, he’d glance my way. I wasn’t in the mood to share, but my silence was obviously bugging him, so I said, “I keep thinking about when I first saw that girl in trouble. When I thought it was real. I was going to do something—”
“What?” he cut in.