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"It happened so fast, and I was thinking pictures not sound until..."

"We heard what it said," Cybil stated.

"Yeah." Quinn laid a hand over hers. "I'd like to see if and how its voice records."

"Isn't it more to the point that we weren't the only ones to see something?"

Quinn looked up at Gage. "You're right. You're right. Does it mean it's strong enough now to push through to the edges of reality, or that those who saw something, even just felt something, are more sensitive? More connected?"

"Some of both gets my vote." Fox ran a hand up and down Layla's back as they watched the photos scroll. "What Layla said about it not being completely real? That's how it felt to me. And that means it wasn't completely not real. I didn't see everyone who reacted, but those I noticed were part of families that've been in the Hollow for generations."

"Exactly," Cal confirmed. "I caught that, too."

"If we're able to move people out, that would be where we'd start," Fox said.

"My dad's talked to a few people, felt some of them out." Cal nodded. "We'll make it work." He glanced at his watch. "We're supposed to be heading over to my parents' pretty soon. Big backyard holiday cookout, remember? If anybody's not up for it, I'll explain."

"We should all go." Straightening, Cybil looked away from the photos. "We should all go, drink beer, eat burgers and potato salad. We've said it before. Living, doing, being normal, especially after something like this, it's saying: Up yours."

"I'm with Cybil on that. I need to run back to the house, file this memory card. Then Cal and I can head over."

"We'll lock up and ride with you." Fox looked at Gage. "Cool?"

"Yeah, we'll follow."

"Why don't you go ahead?" Cybil suggested. "We'll lock up."

"Good enough."

Gage waited until he and Cybil were alone. "What do you need to say you didn't want to say in front of them?"

" Reading people that well must come in handy, professionally. Despite the optimistic possibilities we saw, we've seen the other side of that. There are two things, actually. I realize that the last time out you tried to fight this at the Pagan Stone and it didn't work. People died. But-"

"But we have to finish this at the Pagan Stone," he interrupted. "I know it. There's no way around it. We've seen it enough times, you and I, to understand it. Cal and Fox know it, too. It's harder for them. This is their town, these are their people."

"Yours, too. At the base of it, Gage," she said before he could disagree. "It's where you come from. Whether or not it's where you end up, it's where you started. So it's yours."

"Maybe. What's the second thing?"

"I need to ask you for a favor."

He lifted his eyebrows in question. "What's the favor?"

She smiled a little. "I knew you weren't the type to just say: Name it. If things don't go the way we hope, and if you're sure we wouldn't be able to turn it around-and one more if, if I'm not able to do it myself, which would be my first choice-"

"You're going to stand there and ask me to kill you."

"You do read well. I've seen you do just that in other dreams, other visions. The other side of the coin. I'm telling you, Gage, standing here with clear mind, cool blood, that I'd rather die than live through what that thing just promised me. I need you to know that, understand that, and I'm asking you not to let it take me, whatever has to be done."

"I won't let it take you. That's all you get, Cybil," he added when she started to speak. "I won't let it take you."

She stared into his eyes-green and direct-until she saw what she needed to see. "Okay. Let's go eat potato salad."

BECAUSE HE FELT HE NEEDED A DISTRACTION, Gage hunted up a poker game just outside of D.C. The stakes weren't as rich as he might have liked, but the game itself served. So, he could admit, did the temporary distance from Hawkins Hollow and from Cybil. Couldn't escape the first, he thought as he drove back on a soft June morning. But he'd let himself get much too involved with the woman.

It was stepping-back time.

When a woman looked to you to take her life to save her from worse, it was past stepping-back time. Too much responsibility, he thought as he traveled the familiar road. Too intense. Too damn