No," Lana said, "I'm not going to heal your scratch." "Good," Sanjit said. "Good? Why good?" "Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you.

One minute the teacher was talking about the Civil War. And the next minute he was gone. There. Gone. No 'poof.' No flash of light. No explosion.

I've never been able to grow an organ back," Lana said. "Last time I tried... Let's just hope you don't end up with whip eyes.

Which was how Britteny ended up nestled next to Mickey, under the shelter of a painter's drop cloth. She felt no pain. She saw no light. She heard, but barely. Her heart was still and silent. Yet she did not die.

She was scared. Scared of dying.

And yes, we do have some food. Maybe you'd like to join us? Unless you want to stick with your sheep sushi.

He's one kind of person, you're another. When life is going along normally, you're sort of the same. But when life turns strange and scary, when there's a crisis, suddenly you're completely different people.