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His big hands spanned her waist and he lifted her easily over. "Oooooh, nice hands. You know, I could get to like you, mister."

"Ditto." Lewis grinned briefly, and then turned his attention back to the trail.

"Hey, Lewis?" Cherise's cheer had faded almost instantly, and she grabbed his sleeve to drag him to a halt. "You haven't said, about Kevin. Do you think...Did whatever happened to me happen to him, too? Was he out there looking for help?"

Lewis glanced over at me, then focused on the snow. "Not likely," he said. "If what I think is true, Kevin would have lasted longer. Been of more use. For all I know, he could still be under her control."

"Her, who?" We reached the bottom of the long icy hillside and started the tiring trek up the next one, hauling ourselves by grabbing icy branches when the going got too tough. "Come on, you guys are like superheroes or something! There's got to be something we can do for him!"

Lewis looked at her for a second, and his eyes looked dark and cold. "If there was," he said, "I'd be damn well doing it. But I can't take chances. Not with the two of you."

Cherise's foothold broke loose, and she began to slide. I gripped a handy branch, reached down, and grabbed her by the coat sleeve, hauling her upright again. Lewis helped me get her to the top of the hill, where we paused for breath. The view might have been gorgeous, except for the low clouds obscuring the mountains and pressing down like dirty cotton on the treetops. Snow continued to fall in a steady, soft, relentless assault.

I wanted to ask how far we had left to go, but it wasn't worth wasting my breath. I didn't think it would help if I knew. My legs were burning, sore in the calf muscles, and I had scrapes and bruises and my headache hadn't gone away. My acquired memory of Cherise's experiences had settled into an uneasy, slippery state that felt like I could have imagined them or dreamed them. But at least I had a memory of me, of the television station, of Cherise, of Sarah, of...

Of the girl calling me Mom.

"Lewis," I said. He hesitated in the act of stabbing the branch through the snow, then took two or three more steps. "I saw Imara. In Cherise's memories."

He didn't answer. He took another step. I followed in his wake, puffing for breath. The air felt icy and wet around us, and sleet burned my face. The sky was an unbroken gray bowl, and it felt oppressive, as if it were slowly lowering down onto my head. Nature. Who needed it?

"You going to talk to me about her?" I demanded. It came out sharper than I intended.

"No," he said. "It's one complication you don't need right now. One thing at a time, Jo. Let's get ourselves safe before-"

"Before we talk about my dead kid?" I shot back. "Well, if you're worried about me breaking down, don't. I can't even remember her. All I have is a name and a face." That wasn't true, but I didn't want him to know how raw and bloody that simple vision had left me.

Cherise stopped in her tracks, puffing hard. "She's dead?" she blurted, and made a gesture as if she were going to reach out toward me, but then thought better of it. "Oh, my God. What happened?"

"I don't know," I snapped. "I don't know anything. That's the problem."

Lewis poked the stick into the snow with unnecessary violence.

"I want to know how she died," I said.

"If wishes were horses, you'd be doing one fifty in a cherry red Mustang on the autobahn." He sounded bleak and cool. "No."

"You son of a bitch."

"Probably." He gave me a smile that was equal parts apology and sadness. "But I've always been like that. You've just forgotten about-"

He stopped in his tracks, straightened, and held up a hand for silence. Cherise and I both froze, too. Wind swirled across the clearing, picking up snow crystals and peppering me in the face with them, but I didn't move.

In the distance I heard a faint chopping sound. "What is that?" I whispered, and then I recognized it. That was the sound of a helicopter. "Trouble?"

"No," Lewis said. "That's what I was hoping for. We just arrived here a little early, that's all."

"Here?" Cherise turned a slow circle. "Where's here, exactly?"

Lewis held up his GPS device, which had a blinking red light.