Get me outa here. F*ckin' creepy cheerleaders.
Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.
He moves like a dancer.
With practice, you will master your own dreams.
Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.
Jacián!" She yells again, and then she says something in Spanish. A moment later he comes down the hallway. "I'm going to tell Grandfather you said that," he says. "What do you want?