What are we about

What are we about

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Book One- Chapter Six (continued)

Chapter Six (continued)
“Now I know you’re all sorts of upset,” Bill said. “But I promise we aren’t gonna hurt-”
“I’m okay,” Josie said over him.
“Oh,” Bill said with a touch of surprise. “All righty then. You’re okay. That’s, well, that’s great.”
“I’m okay,” Josie repeated, and knew it was true. “You said you brought me here to protect me from those men. I believe you.”
“Now, tell me how they disappeared.”
“Ah, well, hum,” Bill dithered and hummed. “That’s kind of hard to explain.”
“Try,” Josie said.
“She’s a clever girl,” Kate said. “I think she can handle it.”
“You reckon she’s ready?” Bill said.
“She’s ready,” Kate said.
“Ready?” Josie said. “Ready for what?”
“All right,” Bill said. He leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together. “You see, and stay with me on this, those men were with the Temporal Anomaly Correction Taskforce. Their job is to correct anomalies in time.” Bill paused, giving Josie a chance to mull that over.
“So they fix things that have gone wrong in… time?” Josie said.
“That’s what TACT is supposed to do,” Kate said.
“Like what?”
“Anomalies,” Bill said.
Josie raised her eyebrows, asking for more.
“Anachronisms,” Kate said.
Josie searched her own vocabulary, and came up short. “I don’t know what that means.”
“That’s all right,” Bill said. “I didn’t understand half of what Kate was saying the first time I met her either.”
“She understands me, Bill,” Kate said. She sat once more, stilling herself again. “She's just unfamiliar with the word. An anachronism is when something is chronologically out of synch. Something doesn’t belong in a time period. Such as light bulbs in the 1980’s.”
“They had light bulbs in the 1980’s,” Josie said.
“We had ‘em in the 1880’s too,” Bill said. “I mean not everyone had ‘em, but they were there.” Bill poked Josie in the shoulder. “Kate thinks we’re all cavemen.”
“No I don’t,” she said. “I think you’re all Neanderthals.”
“Same thing.”
“Yes, but it sounds better when I say it.”
The pair began to bicker again, and under their argument, Josie played back the cowboy’s words. We had ‘em in the 1880’s too. Not they. We. A notion crept its way into her brain. A strange, complicated, huge idea that demanded her attention even though it was impossible. She shook it away before it could take hold.
“So the agents fix things that have gone wrong in time,” Josie said over the pair. “Like things that are out of place. Stuff like that?”
“Right,” Kate said. “Stuff like that.”
“You with us?” Bill said.
“I think I am,” Josie said.
“Okay,” Bill said. “These officers fix things that are wrong in time by traveling back to that period in time and investigating. Or forward in time. Depending on where the anomaly is.” He nervously patted his hands together. “You got it?”
“Time travel,” Josie said, connecting the dots he had laid out for her. “You’re both talking about time travel.”
“Yes,” Kate said. “You were right, Bill. She is clever.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Josie said. She pictured the pair of men fading right before her eyes. “Those men travel through time?”
“Yes,” Bill said. “I know it’s a little hard to believe.”
“It is,” Josie said. Which is why she didn’t believe them. She couldn’t believe them. “So when those men disappeared from my house, they went to another time?”
“Technically, no,” Kate said. “They returned to their ship, which is outside of time.”
“Excuse me?” Josie said, losing her tenuous grip on the impossible thread of discussion.
Kate sighed. “I guess it was too much to expect you to understand everything.”
“Give her a break, Kate,” Bill said. “She’s just a kid.” He turned to Josie. “You see, in order to move back and forth through time, we need to go outside of it. Kind of like if you wanna get from room to room in a house, you gotta go out a door and into the hallway then into another door.”
“But you’re still moving through the house,” Josie said. “Aren’t you? What you’re trying to say is that in order to go from room to room you have to go out the window and climb down the drainpipe and come in another window. Kind of like that?”
Bill tilted his head in thought. “I guess so. Huh, maybe later on you can explain compound interest rates to me. ‘Cause Kate’s been trying for a while now but I just don’t get it.”
“Wait up,” Josie said. “You keep using that word. We. You just said we. When we need to move through time. Does that mean …” she let her words trail off, too astonished to say them aloud.
“We are time travelers too,” Kate said with a nod of her head.
“You guys?” Josie said.
“You travel through time?”
“With the way you just explained it,” Bill said, “I guess we sort of travel around it.”
“You’re from the Old West,” Josie said, pointing to him.
He grinned. “It wasn’t old then. It was a new frontier.”
“When was then?” Josie said.
“Bill is from 1890,” Kate said.
“Shut the front door,” Josie whispered.
“It’s true,” Bill said. “Which makes me old enough to be both of your grandpas. Great grandpas, even. Maybe even great, great, great grandpas. And I’d be a great, great, great, great grandpa. Don’t you think so, Miss Kate?”
“Shut up, Bill,” Kate said.
Josie ignored Bill’s comments. Instead she looked Kate up and down, trying to gather clues of the woman’s origin. What year was she from?
Kate must’ve guessed the next question laying in Josie’s mind. “I am from 3035.”
Josie didn’t know how to react to that. The cowboy, well, he was almost expected. Josie had seen enough films and TV and read enough stories to know what a man from the 1890’s should dress like. And how they should talk. Bill nearly hit all the high notes in his performance, though his outfit was a bit over the top and he had a habit of mixing in some modern slang when he spoke. And she was fairly sure those pistols at his hips weren’t from 1890, though she would have to look it up to be sure.
“You all right?” Bill said. He snapped his fingers in Josie’s face.
She stared at the pair.
“She’s trying to process it,” Kate said.
“Oh, do we need to get Gap to come and help her with that. Ain’t he good for processing stuff?”
“Not that kind of processing.”
Josie sat back and took in the chatting pair. Past and future. A real cowboy and, well, a real whatever Kate was. Past and future. Could it be real? Certainly not. It was silly. That’s what it was. This whole thing had to be a joke. It had to be something her mother and father arranged. Had to be. She looked around the room. It didn’t look like a time traveling ship. It looked like a room. A round room which was kind of weird, true, but a room nonetheless. This had to be a joke. She giggled. Just a little at first, then it spilled over into a full-on laugh. She laughed and laughed and laughed.
“What’s she laughing at?” Bill said.
“Us,” Kate said.
Josie laughed on, unable to stop. The whole idea of time travel was just preposterous.
Bill leaned in close to Kate. “Did I say something funny that I don’t remember? Because if it’s that funny, I need to write it down.”
“It’s a coping mechanism,” Kate said. She stood again and went to the desk. “Her simple mind refuses to accept the truth, so she’s interpreting it as funny.”
Josie’s laughter choked short. “My mind isn’t simple. I’ll have you know I was asked to skip two grades this year.”
“Two, huh?” Kate said. “Your parents must be proud.” She raised an eyebrow.
Josie swallowed, hard. “They, um, yeah, they are.”
“I never got to go to school,” Bill said.
“That’s glaringly obvious,” Kate said. “Now, back to the matter at hand.” She retrieved something from the desk and headed back to Josie. “What can you tell us about this?” She pressed a heavy object into Josie’s hands.
Josie turned it over, and stared at the cover of a book. She whispered the title almost to herself. Goodnight, Gracie. She turned it over so she could see the image on the back. The familiar woman with the familial features. 
“Tell us about the book,” Kate said.
“This was the book those men had,” Josie said.
“Yeah,” Bill said. “Do you know anything about it?”
“No,” Josie said, looking up at him. “Why should I?”
“Because you wrote it,” Kate said.
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Sunday, November 6, 2016

Book One- Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Somewhere in the blackness, Josie heard a voice. The voice whispered to her, words so soft Josie couldn’t make them out. She drifted in the darkness, straining to hear the voice. It whispered again. No, still too faint. Josie pressed herself, focusing on the whisper, and the strange but familiar voice that spoke, until she finally understood the words.
Goodnight, Gracie.
Josie opened her eyes and sat up with a shot as the memories came flooding back to her. The cowboy. The woman in black. Kidnappers. She had been taken against her will. Drugged and kidnapped. Josie scooted back, drawing her knees to her chest as she nervously glanced around.
“It’s okay, little ‘un,” the cowboy said. “Calm down.”
She had come to consciousness on a couch in what appeared to be a round room. Several doors lined the curved wall at regular intervals. A counter rested between two doors to her right, as well as a microwave, a fridge and a coffee maker. Another section held a desk, on which sat a small computer and a lamp. Several overstuffed chairs littered the room, along with a few more couches. The place looked like a lounge. Or a break room.
“How ya feelin?” he said. He was seated on a chair opposite hers.
Josie stared at him but didn’t speak. Every muscle ached, though whether from unintentionally ingesting drugs or sleeping on the lumpy couch she couldn’t be sure. She had no idea where she was. What time it was. What day it was. And all she wanted was to go home. To see her mom and her dad and forget this craziness ever even happened. Josie bit back a whimper. She wouldn’t cry. No. She wouldn’t give those maniacs the satisfaction of seeing her weep.
“I don’t fault you for not wantin’ to flap your gums at me,” Bill said with a frown. “I’d be pretty sore at me too for rustling you up the way we did. But you gotta know, we did it for your own good.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, silently questioning his motives.
“I know,” he said, waving his hands at her. “I know. It looks pretty darned bad from your end of things. You gotta see it from our side.”
“Your side?” Josie finally said. The words came out as more of a croak then speech. She swallowed a dry mouthful. “You kidnapped me!”
“No, no,” Bill said. “We rescued you.”
“Is that what you think?”
“Think about it. If we had left ya there, them agents woulda just swooped on back and nabbed ya. We took you with us to keep you safe.”
She had to admit, as silly as this whole idea was, it did make sense. She glanced around again, still unsure of where she was. “This is supposed to be safe?”
“Sure,” he said. “We brought you here to keep them from coming back for ya.”
“And to pick your brain,” Kate said from behind Josie.
Josie gave a hoarse shout and scooted away from the woman.
“She don’t mean your real brain,” Bill said. “She just means we wanna talk to you. Ask you a few questions. That’s all.”
“That’s all?” Josie said. “Just to talk?”
“Just to talk,” Bill said. “Right Miss Kate?”
Kate held out a glass of clear liquid. “I thought you might want some water. Passiflora incarnata tends to make one’s mouth very dry.”
“Passiwhatsa?” Josie said.
“Passion flower,” Kate said. She offered the glass again. “I apologize for such a strong dosage but I wasn’t expecting a target so … well … so small.”
Josie shook her head at the offered glass.
“Oh go on and drink it,” Bill said. “If she wanted to poison you, you’d be dead already. And she could, you know. It’s what she does.”
Kate sat beside Josie and let out an angry huff. “Bill, will you please quit telling my business to everyone we meet. Can I not maintain some air of mystery?”
“Not in those clothes,” he said. His eyes went wide as if he realized he had just spoken the words aloud, instead of thinking them safely in his head.
 “What is wrong with my clothes?” The woman looked down at herself, and the skintight affair.
“It’s real hard to pull off any kind of surprise when you wrap the present in the shape of the gift. I told you I’d steal you a real pretty dress. Cover some of that mystery right up. Then you can be as mystifying as you like.”
“For your information, my body is not a present for anyone.” Kate slammed the glass onto a coffee table, nearly spilling the water. “Much less you, of all people.”
“I don’t know about that, sugar lump,” Bill said. “I reckon every time you smile at me it sure feels like a gift.”
The pair degenerated into what seemed like practiced bickering, him calling her pet names and her telling him where to stick those same names.
Their silly argument brought a touch of a smile to Josie. She tried to push it away but it peeked through. She snatched the glass up and sipped at the water to hide her humor. As soon as it reached her parched tongue, she turned the glass up and started to gulp. The cool water bathed her dry throat in waves of delicious lubrication.
“Careful there,” Kate said. “You don’t want to make yourself sick.”
Josie slowed down, sipping at what was left of the water. The pair of adults sat on either side of her in silence, waiting for her to recover. They seemed nice. Why did they seem so nice? Weren’t kidnappers supposed to be awful people? Josie sat the empty glass on the table and hung her head.
“I don’t understand what is going on here,” she said. Her eyes welled with tears. She wiped at her face and fought the urge to full-on cry. “I just want to go home.”
“Aw, kid,” Bill said. “Don’t be so sad.”
“It’s really rather simple,” Kate said. “You have something we need, and we are going to get it from you.”
“Get it from me?” Josie said. “H-h-how?”
“Kate,” Bill scolded. “Don’t scare the poor thing. Josie … can I call you Josie?”
“That’s my name,” Josie said.
“Good,” Bill said. “And remember, you can call me Bill. This is Miss Kate.”
The woman stuck her hand out in greeting. “K-8471-3922-165549. If you want to be more precise.”
Josie took the woman’s hand, giving it a hard squeeze and pump just like her mother taught her. “Nice to meet you, K-8471-3922-155549.”
Kate smirked. “It’s 165549, but that wasn’t too bad.”
“That’s an interesting, um, name,” Josie said.
“I am an interesting person,” Kate said. She stood and began pacing the room.
There was something electric about her, as if she couldn’t sit for more than a few minutes. Like she had to keep moving to keep living. Almost like a shark. Despite the situation, Josie liked her. She liked both of them. Her mother and father were always telling her to trust her gut instinct about people. She was fairly sure that didn’t include kidnappers, yet, there was something more going on here than just your every day kidnapping.
Those men disappearing into bands of light, for instance.
Yes, something was going on here, and Josie intended to find out.
(chapter continued next week)
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Sunday, October 30, 2016

Book One- Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Dad stepped back from the doorway, holding Josie by the shoulders. “You should be careful where you point those things, Sheppard.”
“I’m always careful, Agent,” Bill said as he stepped inside.
“Agent?” Josie said. She tried to turn, but her father had her tight by the shoulders, holding her in place in the line of fire.
The cowboy waved a weapon at her. “Come on now, surely you didn’t think that was your poppa?”
Josie wriggled against him, but her father held on tight. In fact, he pulled her to him in a hug, wrapping one arm around her shoulders until he squeezed her to the point of breathlessness. She strained to peer up at him above her shoulder.
Her father bore down on her with a look of utter disgust. “Pitiful child. So easy to fool.”
Only, it wasn’t her father’s voice. It was someone else’s voice. Someone she had heard earlier that day. Without warning, her father changed. His face shifted and broke apart while his body pulled this way and that. The image of her father melted into a cascade of broken pixels, slipping away in a tumble, and revealing a much harder man underneath.
Agent Rankin.
He snorted as he squeezed her tighter. “So much for the wunderkind. You’re just a stupid little girl after all.”
Josie wiggled and writhed, but it was no good. He had a death grip on her. “Let me go!”
“You heard the young woman,” Bill said. “You best oughta set her free.”  He nodded to his pistols. “Unless you want me to air out that fancy coat of yours with a couple of vent holes.”
“I don’t make deals with criminal scum,” Rankin snarled at the cowboy. He clutched Josie tighter and shouted back toward the dining room, “Bass! Get out here and help me!”
“About that,” Agent Bass said as he stepped into the foyer from the kitchen, with his hands raised.
A woman shoved Bass along with the barrel of a sleek, black gun, guiding him into the foyer. She stood about the same height as her prisoner, which put her a clear foot or so shorter than the cowboy. A thick belt hung from her waist, hosting a variety of dangerous looking weapons. She wore all black, from head to toe, with a single splash of color on her right upper arm. An arm band sporting a patch in the center. A picture of an orchid. There were so many strange and beautiful things about her, from her rich dark skin to her gathering of wild hair, but Josie only had a moment to gawk at her, before she spoke.
“Seems we have the upper hand,” she said. She paused and smiled, brilliant and perfect, then added, “Again.” Her voice carried a strange accent. It was foreign and familiar all at once. As if she were from any given coast of the United States, and also Japan, and England, and France. A melodic mix of them all.
Rankin sneered at her. “You have nothing of value.”
Bass gave a nervous laugh. “Rankin. Come on now. I am standing right here.”
The woman grabbed Bass by the collar and pressed the gun against his temple. “And I will kill him. Value or not.”
In a single, slick move, Rankin released Josie’s shoulder and managed to produce a switchblade. It unfolded with a practiced, crisp snick. Then the blade lay against Josie’s trembling throat.
“You are not the only one willing to spill blood,” Rankin said.
“Agent!” Bass gasped.
“Go ahead,” the woman said.
“Kate!” the cowboy scolded.
“Like I care if he kills some random kid,” she said.
“You care,” Bill said. He nodded to Josie. “She cares.”
“Let the child go, Agent,” Bass said, keeping his eyes on Rankin. “We aren’t here to hurt anyone. You let her go and Kate here will surely let me go. Won't you?”
Everyone fell quiet. The silence stretched into an uncomfortable couple of seconds. Long, awkward seconds.
“Kate?” Bill finally said. “You’ll let him go, won’t you?”
The woman let out a tired sigh and rolled her eyes. It was an epic, teenager level eye roll. It packed in equal amounts of disgust and disinterest while still showing a certain level of curiosity. Josie was impressed. It was the kind of eye roll she hoped to achieve some day.
“Fine,” she said. “Give us the brat and I’ll let this old man go.”
“Hey now,” Bass said. “I’m not that old.”
Rankin spat out an ugly laugh. “You don’t know who this girl is, do you?”
Kate narrowed her eyes.
“Who am I?” Josie said.
“Shut up,” Rankin said.
“Who is she?” Bill said.
“You don’t know?” Rankin said. “Oh this is too good. You really don’t recognize her?”
There came a brief pause, after which Kate drew a second gun and raised it to Rankin. “Let the girl go.”
Rankin laughed again then tightened his grip on Josie. “Figured it out? You always were the quicker one.”
“Figured what out?” Bill said. “Kate? Who is she?”
“She isn’t anyone, yet,” Bass said. “Let her go, Agent. None of us belong here.”
“Of course we don’t belong here,” Rankin said. “It was their intrepid leader that brought us here. We followed them. Straight to her.”
“Who is her?” Bill said.
“The one we’ve been looking for,” Kate said.
Understanding swept across the cowboy’s face. Bill’s mouth gaped open a bit. He waved the guns at Josie. “Her? But she’s just a kid!”
“Yes, she is,” Kate said, eyeing Josie. An impish smiled played on the woman’s lips. She released her hold on Bass, placing both of her hands on the weapon instead, steadying it at Rankin.
“Right,” Bass said. “She’s just a kid, which means none of us should be here. We should all get out of here, right now.”
“Let me go,” Josie said.
Rankin yanked her back by the hair of her head. “Quiet, child. You don’t want to turn this abduction into a murder, do you?”
“Rankin,” Bass said, raising his hands and taking a few steps toward Rankin. “This isn’t right. We made a simple mistake. Let’s go and let time sort itself out. Okay?” He laid a hand on Rankin’s shoulder.
The taller agent sneered down at Bass. “She knows everything. She can take us where we need to go.”
“She’s twelve,” Bass said again. “She doesn’t even know she knows. She won’t be any good to us like this.”
“We can’t leave her to them,” Rankin said. There was an almost desperate whine in his voice.
Bass shook his head. “They don’t want her either. Not really. Hell, man, they didn’t even know who she was until you told them. What are they going to do with a twelve-year-old girl? Take her with them?”
Kate made an exasperated noise. “Take her with us? What would we want with a kid?”
“Yeah,” Bill said. “What are we gonna do with a little girl?”
“See?” Bass smiled wide.
Rankin smirked. It wasn’t as cold as his earlier grin, but it also didn’t quite reach his eyes the way Bass’s smile did. The two men laughed for a moment, a shared, strained chuckled. The taller agent relaxed, loosening his grip on Josie. She shifted away from him, sliding out from under his arm. After holstering his guns, Bill crouched and wiggled his fingers at her. She sprinted to him, letting the man enfold her in his long arms and turn her away. For a complete stranger, his hug was oddly comforting. Josie peered over the cowboy’s shoulder at her potential captors.
Bass kept a hand on his partner’s shoulder. He laid a finger behind the right side of his own jaw, just beneath his ear, and said, “Retrieval.”
Each man faded into a dull band of light, then vanished. One moment they were there. The next they were gone. Josie blinked at the empty space where the two men stood only seconds before. She pushed free from Bill’s arms.
“What just happened?” she said. She stepped forward, into the now empty space.
“We just kept that son of a gun from nappin’ you, kid,” Bill said.
“No,” Josie said. “I don’t mean that. I mean, where did they go?” She waved her hands about, making certain the men were really gone. “They were just here. Where did they go?”
“Back to their ship I would think,” Kate said. She holstered her weapon and began poking at the long band on her right wrist.
Josie wrinkled her nose at the woman. “Ship? What ship?”
“The Allegiance,” she said. A few beeps came from her wrist band. “There we are. The authorities have been alerted.” She continued to poke at her wrist band, and it continued to make noises at her. Almost casually, the woman added, “They should be along soon for your parental units.”
“My parents!” Josie shouted as she whipped around to face the woman. In all of the confusion, she had nearly forgotten about her mother and father. “Where are they? Are they okay?”
“Calm down, little one,” Bill said. “Your folks are in that shed of yours out back. Safe and sound.”
“Thank goodness.” Josie counted to five. It was a trick her father taught her to calm herself whenever she got worked up about things. Mom and Dad were fine. They were in the garden shed. What were they doing in the garden shed? She bit her lip and looked up to Kate again. “But, they are okay?”
“They are alive,” Kate said, never raising her eyes. “At least they were the last time I looked.”
“What?” Josie said.
“She means they’re fine,” Bill said. He nudged Josie in the shoulder with his elbow. “That’s just the way Miss Kate talks. Her tongue is a bit sharp, but she’s got a good heart.” He smiled and touched a finger to his hat as he added, “A good heart and a beautiful face.”
“Shut up, Bill,” the woman said. She finally lowered her wrist and looked at Josie. The woman placed her hands on her hips, drew a deep breath, then blew it out in a quick huff. “Enough nattering, it’s time to go.”
“Right,” Bill said. “And, um, Kate? What are gonna do with, you know…” He jerked his head toward Josie.
Josie looked between the man and woman, not sure what Bill was getting at.
The whine of sirens rose in the distance, the police on their way.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Kate said. She slid a sleek silver weapon from one of the many hostlers along her hip.
“Um, well,” Bill said, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It is obvious, of course, because of how simple it all is. But let’s say, for argument’s sake, that it wasn’t obvious to a feller like me. What would we be doin’ with her then? Exactly?”
“I thought I made that pretty clear.” Kate checked her unusual gun for ammunition while the sirens drew closer, then clicked the chamber back into place. She glanced to Bill. “She’s coming with us.”
“That’s what I figured,” Bill said.
“With you?” Josie said. A sickening pit of worry opened in her stomach, churning with a million ideas of what a kidnapper would want with her. What a kidnapper would do to her. Or maybe with what was left of her. “You just told those men you weren’t here for me.”
Kate shrugged. “I lied.”
“Yeah,” Bill said. “She does that quite a bit too. Ain’t she cute?”
“Cute,” Josie echoed. She took a tentative step toward the kitchen. “I should probably go and check on my mom and dad. You know, before we go.” She took another few steps, waiting for the chance to cut into an all out run.
“That’s a good idea, little filly,” Bill said. “You go on and say your goodbyes and we will wait right here for-”
Bill’s words were cut short by a muffled pop. Josie flinched and grabbed her left shoulder as something sharp bit into her skin. She felt around until her fingers brushed against cold metal. Something long and thin jutted out of her shoulder. A chill spread out from the foreign object, pulsing down her arm and her chest in heartbeat driven waves. She plucked the object free and brought it around to her eyes. Her vision doubled, then tripled. She couldn’t focus on the thing. Her breath started to come in ragged bursts.
“Waa?” Josie tried to say. Her words slurred. Her knees wavered under her and she slumped against the wall.
“Why’d ya tank her?” Bill said. “She was only going to see her mom and pop before we left.”
Kate holstered her weapon then crossed her arms as she eyed Josie. “Oh, Bill, you are such a fool.”
“Ah, I see,” Bill said. “She wasn’t going to check in on her folks, was she?”
“She was gonna run away, wasn’t she?”
Bill gave Josie an almost hurt look.
For some reason she couldn’t explain, Josie felt genuinely sorry to have disappointed him. She tried to speak, to apologize to him. Instead she slid down the wall in a slow collapse, coming to rest with a thump on the hardwood floor.
“Did you grab the book?” Bill said.
“I already sent it on,” Kate said.
“Rankin is looking bad, eh?”
“Yeah, I noticed that. It’s starting to take its toll.” She knelt, brushing a lock of dark hair from Josie’s tired face. “Don’t fight it, kid. It’ll only give you a headache later.”
“She’s right,” Bill said, crouching on the other side of Josie. “Miss Kate usually is.”
The pair smiled at her, both far too friendly for the situation. Josie heard one last word, before the lights went out and all went dark.
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