That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.

Are you sure you want us to keep calling you 'Six'?" "You can say it's short for something." "For what? Sixty?

There were hugs. There were words said by each of them. I don't remember what they were. Nothing haunts me more.

So I'm guessing you're Seven and Ten; What can you do?" I say as I find our rifles in the sand and hand each of them a gun. "You can call me Marina," the girl with the brown hair says. "And I can breathe under water and see in the dark and heal the sick and wounded. And I have telekinesis." Call me Ella, I hear ten say in my head. Aside from my telepathy, I can change ages. "Awesome. I'm four, that nut job with the long black hair is nine and the beast is my chimaera, Bernie Kosar.

The key to change is letting go of the fear.

I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you." Her face is buried in my neck. She nods. "I'll count the minutes until you do." she says.

Never underestimate human stupidity.