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Ali brought her face close to Hanna’s. “They say people should always talk to coma patients. They can
hear.
Did you hear me?”
Hanna felt dizzy. Suddenly, she was back in her hospital room at Rosewood Memorial, where the EMTs
had
taken her after her car accident. There was a round, bright fluorescent light above her head. She could
hear
the hiss of the various machines that monitored her vital signs and fed her intravenously. In the hazy
space
between coma and consciousness, Hanna thought she saw someone looming over her bed. Someone
who
looked startlingly like Ali. “It’s okay,” the girl lilted, her voice exactly the same as Ali’s. “I’m okay.”
Hanna glowered at Ali. “That was a dream.”
Ali raised a flirtatious eyebrow as if to say, was it? Hanna glanced at her old friends. They were still
immobile.
She wished they’d unfreeze—she felt way too alone with Ali, as if they were the only two people left in
the whole world.
Ali waved her Time Capsule flag in Hanna’s face. “See this? You need to find it, Hanna.”
Hanna shook her head. “Ali, your piece is lost forever. Remember?”
“Uh-uh,” Ali protested. “It’s still here. And if you find it, I’ll tell you all about it.”
Hanna widened her eyes. “All about…what?”
Ali put a finger to her lips. “The two of them.” She cackled eerily.
“Two of them…what?”
“They know everything.”
Hanna blinked. “Huh? Who?”
Ali rolled her eyes. “Hanna, you are so slow.” She stared right at her. “Sometimes, I don’t notice I’m
singing.
Remember that?”