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Sarah came to a few minutes later.<br />
She groaned and shifted, then groaned some more. Michael was sitting on the ground<br />
right next to her, his back against a tree. He hadn’t known what to do other than wait it<br />
out. He figured she’d either die and disappear, and he’d follow her back to their Coffins,<br />
or she’d wake up eventually.<br />
Finally, she propped herself up next to Michael. She rubbed her head and let out one<br />
last achy moan.<br />
“You okay?” Michael asked.<br />
“I’m sure there’ll be a big honkin’ bruise when we go back to the Wake, but I’ll be<br />
fine.” She shifted to look at him, still tenderly touching her sore spot. “So … what<br />
happened? You’ve got it all figured out, right?”<br />
He scoffed. “Of course I do.” Which really meant that he didn’t. “I did see her running<br />
into the forest. I could barely walk, though, so I didn’t bother chasing her.”<br />
“I think you mean you didn’t want to leave me alone,” Sarah said. She pointed toward<br />
the large oak where the flash had gone off. “So some lady follows us, spies on us, sets<br />
off fancy fireworks to cover herself as she runs away—why did she warn us? Doesn’t<br />
that seem a little weird to you?”<br />
“I guess it means she didn’t want to hurt us. But …”<br />
“What?”<br />
The last piece of the puzzle had just clicked into place for Michael. “I recognized her<br />
voice. And then something about the way she moved when she ran away.”<br />
“And?”<br />
“I think it was Agent Weber from the VNS. But how in the world did she find us here?”<br />
That was enough of a bombshell that Sarah simply suggested they climb up the ladder<br />
and get more comfortable in the tree house.<br />
“So you’re sure it was her?” Sarah asked once she was sitting on an ugly, beat-up
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