I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.

My boyfriend's an idiot," I say as soon as he lurches away."A cute idiot," Ally corrects me."That's like saying 'a cute mutant.' Doesn't exist.

We leave Pippa behind, standing in the dark, teeming bowels of the camp, while the sun begins to stain the sky electric, and from all sides the guns draw closer.

For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into the laboratories and offer myself up to the surgeons. You were right; I was wrong. Get it out.

Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.

But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.

He looked at me like I was beautiful.