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urge to vomit.
    â€œShe’s a freak,” Hank said.
    â€œShe’s my little sister. This is our home.”
    â€œShe’s a freak,” Hank said. “And this house is east of First Avenue. This is a no-freak zone.”
    â€œMan, come on,” Derek pleaded. “She’s not hurting anyone.”
    â€œIt’s not about that,” a boy named Turk said. He had a weak leg, a limp that made it impossible not to recognize him. “Freaks with freaks, normals with normals. That’s the way it has to be.”
    â€œAll she does is—”
    Hank’s slap stung. “Shut up. Traitor. A normal who stands up for a freak gets treated like a freak. Is that what you want?”
    â€œBesides,” the fat boy said with a giggle, “we’re taking it easy on her. We were going to fix her so she could never sing again. Or talk. If you know what I mean.”
    He pulled a knife from a sheath in the small of his back. “Do you, Derek? Do you understand?”
    Derek’s resistance died.
    â€œThe Leader showed mercy,” Turk said. “But the Leaderisn’t weak. So this freak either goes west, over the border right now. Or…” He let the threat hang there.
    Jill’s tears flowed freely. She could barely breathe because her nose was running. Derek could see that by the way she sucked tape into her mouth, trying for air. She would suffocate if they didn’t let her go soon.
    â€œLet me at least get her doll,” Derek said.
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    â€œIt’s Panda.”
    Caine rose through layers of dream and nightmare, like pushing his way through thick curtains that draped his arms and legs and made his every move tiring.
    He blinked. Still dark. Night.
    The voice had no obvious source, but he recognized it, anyway. Even if there had been light he might not have seen the boy with the power to fade away and almost disappear. “Bug. Why are you bothering me?”
    â€œPanda. I think he’s dead.”
    â€œHave you checked his breathing? Listened to his heart?” Then another thought occurred to him. “Why are you waking me up to tell me someone’s dead?”
    Bug didn’t answer. Caine waited, but Bug still couldn’t say it out loud.
    â€œDo what you gotta do,” Caine said.
    â€œWe can’t get at him. He didn’t just die. He got in the car, right? The green one?”
    Caine shook his head, trying to wake up all the way, trying to make the trip back to full consciousness. But the layersof dream and nightmare, and memory, too, dragged at him, confused his brain.
    â€œThere’s no gas in that car,” Caine said.
    â€œHe pushed it. Till it got rolling,” Bug said. “Then he jumped in. It rolled on down the road. Until he got to the bend.”
    â€œThere’s a railing there,” Caine said.
    â€œHe went through it. Crash. Bumpety-bump all the way down. It’s a long way down. Me and Penny just climbed down, so I know it’s a long way down.”
    Caine wanted this to stop. He didn’t want to have to hear the next part. Panda had been okay. Not a horrible kid. Not like some of Caine’s few remaining followers.
    Maybe that explained why he would drive a car off a cliff.
    â€œAnyway, he’s totally dead,” Bug said. “Me and Penny got him out. But we can’t get him up the cliff.”
    Caine got to his feet. Legs shaky, stomach like a black hole, mind filled with darkness. “Show me,” he said.
    They walked out into the night. Feet crunched on gravel now interrupted by tall weeds. Poor old Coates Academy, Caine thought. It had always been so meticulously maintained back in the old days. The headmaster would definitely not have approved of the big blast hole in the front of the building, or the garbage strewn here and there in the overgrown grass.
    It wasn’t a long walk. Caine did not speak. He used Bug sometimes; Bug was useful. But the little creep was not