Last but not least, she put on a pair of black-framed reading glasses she’d found on Mr. Mercer’s bedside table. If it worked for Clark Kent, it’d work for her.

Sometimes I feel kind of wrong here. I used to be normal, but now... I don't know. I feel like I should be one way, but I'm not." Toby stared at her. "I hear that." He sighed. "There are all these perfect people here. And... it's like, if you're not one of the,. then you're messed up. But I think, inside, the flawless-looking people are just as messed up as we are.

There are some remedies worse than disease.

Toby twisted around. "Boo." Emily screamed.

The obstacle is the path.

If a little voice in your head is telling you something is up, maybe you should listen.

Go now. Alone. Or I make good on my promise. -A