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Wham! A snowball hurtled over the snow fort into Connie's cheek. "Ow!" she said, wiping the half-melted snow off her face.

"Are you okay?" said Jason, beside her.

"I've had worse," she said, attempting a smile; the cold across her face made it hard to move her mouth. Come to think of it, it'd probably hurt more once she went indoors.

"We're running out of snow." He took their shovel and tossed some more into the pile, careful to stay out of the line of sight of Wooton and Penny, their opponents.

Connie gathered some snow and packed it into a ball, as Jason built one of his own.

"On three," she said. "One—Two—Three!"

They dashed out from behind the fort, and ambushed Wooton and Penny with a hailstorm of snowballs over the top of their high, pinnacled fort. From behind the white wall, there was a yelp of 'ow', and a laugh from Penny. "We'll get you back for that!" she yelled.

Jason grabbed Connie's shoulder, pulled her into a huddle. "I have an idea. We'll sit tight here, make more weapons, and wait so long they can't help but come out. Then we'll attack!"

"Is that something you learned as an agent?"

He mock-gasped. "Uh oh, I've given away my secrets!"

"So that's what you were doing all that time you were a spy."

"Trust me, it got pretty intense."

"Like this."

Jason laughed. "Yeah, I haven't had a snowball fight like this since I was a kid." He knelt in the snow, started crafting more missiles.

Connie joined him. "Who knows who's going to win? Wooton and Penny are pretty good."

Jason nodded. "But how do we decide who wins? Whoever gives up first?"

"I think so."

Connie glanced up at the sky. Overcast, it was late in the afternoon. They'd met here in McCalister Park after church. They'd started by making a snowman, but his head had fallen off, and so Wooton had used his remains to start a fort. It had escalated from there.

After amassing a giant pyramid of snowballs, they sat there and waited. Connie rubbed her gloved hands together, trying not to shiver, and looked over at Jason, wondering if he was getting cold too. After he'd been kidnapped two months ago, she'd taken to watching over him, making sure he was taking care of himself.

The images assaulted her mind again-of him being beaten, of the blood spreading across his chest from the gunshot. She tried to stifle those memories as much as she could; she never wanted to think of him like that. She's rather see him always as this strong older brother, invincible, next-to-perfect (what do you expect from a Whittaker?). The past few days, she'd almost forgotten what had happened. Things were almost back to normal—except in times like this, when she had time to wonder whether he was as recovered as he acted, or how much scarring, not just physical, lay beneath the surface. He had shared some of his thoughts with her, but she suspected there was a lot he hadn't…and she didn't blame him. As horrible as it had been for her to go through those two days when he was missing, it was nothing in comparison to what he must've experienced. He was stronger than her in every way—she had no illusions about how she would have emerged from that—but it still must've affected him in ways that he couldn't come to terms with. Even after two months.

His face was in profile, the glare of the snow reflecting off of it. He's in agent mode, isn't he, she thought. He isn't even thinking about me, just about the 'mission'. That's okay though, as long as it makes him happy. At least this kind of mission can't get him killed.

He leaned toward her. "They're out there. Ready?"

She grabbed some snowballs and nodded.

"Go!" he said in a loud whisper.

They both leaped from opposite sides of the fort. She ambushed Wooton and slammed a snowball at him but he dodged it and hit her with one, which crashed into her shoulder. She ducked his next volley and dashed behind the fort, grabbing more snowballs, and hurled them toward him like arrows from a medieval castle.

He yelled "Retreat!" and ran back to their fortress, not before throwing a few more snowballs toward Connie, which missed except one which grazed her hood.

Jason and Penny were locked in combat in the center; Connie ran to help him and ended up tackling Penny, who managed to crawl away and limp back to the fortress.

"Penny, are you okay?" said Connie.

"Not really!" said Penny from behind the wall of snow.

Connie turned to Jason, who was kneeling in the snow. His face was pale; he was breathing hard. "Jason, what's wrong?"

He made an attempt at a laugh, though he clutched his chest as if it hurt. "It's just the gunshot wound. Close quarters combat- got a little intense there."

"Yeah. Maybe we should…call it a draw?"

"I don't….Well…maybe." He grimaced. "I hate to call it a day just because of my…infirmity."

"It's not your fault. You shouldn't push yourself too hard yet."

"Yeah, I know." He sighed.

"Besides, I think Penny's kind of injured too."

"How are you guys doing?" said Jason.

"We have a fallen warrior!" said Wooton. "She wants to keep playing, but she twisted her ankle."

"Okay, let's go home," said Jason, unable to keep the relief out of his voice.

Wooton emerged, helping Penny limp from behind the fort. Wooton looked at the fort wistfully. "Goodbye, Yoda," he said. He gave it an affectionate pat. "You served us well."

"You were a terrible snowman," said Penny, "but an awesome fort." She looked at Connie. "Did you guys have a name for your fort?"

She shook her head. "Just 'Fort'."

"That's what I'd have called our fort," said Wooton, "if he hadn't been a snowman first."

Jason drove them to his house and they filed inside, shedding dripping boots and coats in the entryway. He started the teapot and got out hot chocolate and marshmallows while they all sat down in the living room and Penny propped up her foot with some ice. Connie wrapped herself in a blanket, and got so warm she didn't even want to get up to get the hot chocolate while Wooton and Penny got theirs. Jason brought her a mug, complete with giant marshmallows foaming on top. He slid in beside her and they started a movie while they waited for the pizza to arrive. After pizza, they played Scattergories.

Then Wooton took Penny home, since he had to get up early for his mail route. Connie helped Jason clean up, then turned on the rest of the movie.

The movie faded in and out of existence and finally….she was asleep.

She stirred. She felt comfortable, warm, safe. She snuggled into the warmth, and grabbed the pillow she was leaning on.

Except it wasn't a pillow, it was a shoulder. She looked up into Jason's face, shadowed in the low light.

"Oh, sorry," she said, words slurring with sleep. "Didn't know was you." She sat up.

"I didn't want to wake you," he said.

"So you didn't move? You could've, you know. I wouldn't care."

He smiled ruefully. "You looked so comfortable and peaceful, I…well, I couldn't risk it."

"Would you have stayed there all night?" she said.

He cleared his throat. "Probably not."

"You should have just woken me up in the first place, Jason. Now what time is it?"

"Eleven-thirty." He inched away from her a little, hands clasped in front of him.

"I missed the whole end of the movie. Great."

"Wasn't the best movie in the world."

"Maybe next time we can watch a better movie. One that you pick out." She stood up, stretching.

"I'll drive you home," he said.

"You don't have to."

"It's not far. I can walk back."

She was too tired to argue. "Okay."

They drove home in silence. It was so dark, and the soft rhythm of the car almost rocked her back to sleep.

They stopped at her house. "Thanks, Jason," she said, getting out of the car sleepily.

He nodded, face solemn under the street lamps. "You've done so much for me and Dad, Connie."

"Cut it out, Jason. I haven't done very much."

"More than you know." He took her hand, pressed it in his- the one that had been injured. Suddenly, he withdrew it, turned, and walked down the sidewalk, while she stood there in the cold, shivering, as if he had taken all warmth away with his absence.

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Wow, that was fantastic read! =D> Spot on, you really nailed both Connie and Jason's characters, and even Penny and Wooton were well done. Interesting, without being soppy or unbelievable. You've done a great job with this oneshot, and I'd love to read more of your work. Please write more Odyssey fanfiction! There isn't nearly enough!

I loved Wooton's line: " "That's what I'd have called our fort," said Wooton, "if he hadn't been a snowman first." " Perfect Wooton logic. :lol:

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Thanks so much! This might not be a oneshot--it was written to possibly be a oneshot, but possibly have more to it, as the snapshot of how things are before something happens. I have ideas...

I agree with you, there isn't enough Odyssey fanfiction. Whenever I look for some, I rarely find new ones. So I decided to write one! :) But I'd like to read more from others too.

-- 01 Mar 2013 09:27 am --

Chapter 2

Connie sat behind the counter at Whit’s End on a quiet Monday morning. Whit was upstairs, working on a new Imagination Station program. Connie wondered what it was; she hadn’t taken a trip in the Imagination Station for a while. Maybe when this was finished, she and Jason could go together.

It’s kind of strange, she thought, absently wiping the counter, how much time we’ve been spending together lately. When was the last time I didn’t see him some time during the day? We’re always doing something together, especially with Penny and Wooton. It started during his recovery; we all wanted to help him keep his mind off his injuries. It’s funny, it’s almost like I’m like his sister now, or a second mother, because I keep hovering over him, making sure he’s being careful…Sometimes I think I’m getting too overbearing but he’s always patient with me. It’s just that, after what happened, I realized I might lose him and I don’t want anything to happen to him if I can help it.

Not that I could really do much if someone like Gray came after him again, but I’d put myself in danger before I let anyone get to him.

Of course, in reality, I’d probably hide behind a desk or something, but I hope it never comes to that.

“Hi, Connie,” said Jessica, a girl with brown hair and brown eyes who was homeschooled and thus able to come to Whit’s End on a winter weekday. She was holding the hand of her little sister, Chaise, who, Connie had learned on their last visit, their parents had adopted from China.

“Hi, Jessica. Hi Chaise. What do you want today?”

“I want …” said Chaise, “a ice cream kid’s meal.”

Connie tried to hold back a smile. “We don’t have kid’s meals here.” Though maybe we should, she thought. “I can give you ice cream though. What kind do you want?”

Chaise tugged on her sister’s arm and whispered in her ear. Jessica whispered back to her, then Chaise turned to the counter again. “I want a…raspberry road.”

“Raspberry ripple or rocky road?”


“Coming right up!”

Connie scooped some raspberry ripple on top of some rocky road in a small cone, and handed it to Chaise. “You just might have started a new flavor.”

Chaise beamed.

“What do you want, Jessica?”

“I’ll just have vanilla. I’m not as adventurous as my sister.”

Connie handed Jessica her ice cream, but nearly dropped it when the door opened. Jason walked through.

As the kids took their seats at a nearby table, Jason walked up to the counter. “So what’s the special today?”

“Raspberry road.”

“I’ll take one.”

“Coming right up.” She grabbed a cone, flopping two scoops onto it, and handed it to him.

Jason licked the top off of his ice cream cone.

“How are you, after yesterday?” Connie asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The—You know.”

“Oh. At our fort battle. I’m fine now.”

“You sure?”

He nodded, his eyes shadowing for a moment. “Sometimes I think I’ll never be back to normal, though.”

She leaned on her elbow on the counter, fingers in her hair. “Maybe it never will be. Normal, I mean.” Her eyes drifted to the scar on his face, faded but still there, reminding her of his hand with its nerve damage, and the scars on his back, and the shrapnel near his heart.

“That’s encouraging," he said.

“I mean, good things came out of what happened too. If Nadira hadn’t captured you, you wouldn’t have been able to give her a picture of who Christ is by saving her life. That’s what you said, anyway.”

“You’re right. I just need someone to keep reminding me…it’s just that whenever I think of that room, panic invades my mind and the only thing that works is prayer. And you.” His eyes locked on hers for a moment.

His phone rang into the silence. Jason set his cone on the counter and answered it.


His face went blank, as if he was trying not to react. Without taking the ice cream cone, he strode toward the stairs, speaking so quietly she couldn’t hear, and disappeared through the door.

Connie watched the two sisters, laughing together, and then picked up Jason’s ice cream cone when it began to melt. But he didn’t return.

-- 03 Mar 2013 09:06 pm --

Chapter 3

She was still holding onto the cone, and it was melting in her hand. What kind of call had Jason gotten? Was he in some kind of trouble?

I’m being paranoid, she told herself. He just got a phone call.

But after what happened, I don’t know if I can be too paranoid. I mean, the people who hurt him are still out there. What if they kidnap him again? What if—

Calm down, she told herself. Panicking won’t help. She said a quick prayer—and then noticed her hand was getting cold. She tossed the ice cream into the wastebasket, and wiped up the melted drips with a paper towel. She leaned back against the counter.

“Are you okay?” said Jessica.

Connie whirled to face her. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Jessica gave her a quizzical look, but said, “Well, here’s my money. I forgot to give it to you before.”

“That’s okay. I forgot to ask for it.”

Jessica handed her some bills and coins in exact change, and then took her little sister’s hand, and walked out the door.

I wish I could leave, thought Connie. It’s not like we’re busy right now, and I could go find Jason and see if he’s okay-
But if he’s going to get back to normal, he has to be on his own sometimes… I just don’t want to let him out of my sight, where someone can hurt him.

Here, I’m trapped. But if I was with him, could I really protect him? About all I could do is call the police.

Though that might be enough….

Whit came downstairs around lunchtime; by that time, she was almost bouncing off the walls.

“Whit, could I leave a little early today?”

“How come?”

“Well… Jason was in here a while ago.”

“I thought he might drop by. Is he still here?”

“He got a phone call and left. I don’t know if I’m assuming too much, but I keep thinking, what if he’s in danger again? Whit, am I being paranoid?”

Whit shook his head. “After what happened, I don’t think we can be too careful. Especially since Will and Gray are still at large.”

“That’s what I thought, but I just felt like I was jumping to conclusions.”

“Well, that is an awful big assumption from a phone call. He’s probably fine, but maybe I’ll give him a call to see if he’s okay. I get nervous if he’s alone too long, too.” He sat down on a chair, and called Jason on his cell phone.

It rang for a few moments. Then, Whit answered: “Hello? Oh, hi, Jason. Where are you?” A silence. “Oh. Well, Connie said you got a phone call, and then you left, so—Yes, I know every phone call doesn’t mean they’re after you, but can you blame us? We have to give you your space, you’re right. But you haven’t been alone in all this; it’s because we care about you that we—I know, Jason. Yes. Okay. Well, I’ll see you later.”

Whit hung up, shaking his head.

“Is he okay?” said Connie.

“He said he was fine.”

“You don’t believe him?”

“He didn’t sound like he was…under duress or anything. But he told me that we weren’t treating him like an adult by asking him where he is every five minutes.”

“I knew I’ve been too overbearing! It’s just that I—“

“It’s not your fault, Connie. He’s just been going through a hard time, and now he’s in that phase where he’s getting back to normal, but he has to figure out what normal is, after….the trauma he went through.”

I don’t want him to get back to normal, she thought, if we aren’t as close as we’ve gotten….No, I don’t mean that! Where did that come from?

“I think he just…needs some space now.”

“Oh.” Her heart fell. “I understand.”

Whit touched her shoulder. “It’s been hard for him, and me. Thanks for standing beside us through this.”

“I wouldn’t have been anywhere else, Whit.” She smiled.

On the way home, she toyed with the idea of stopping at Jason’s house. Should I stop or shouldn’t I? she thought. He said he needed his space but I don’t know if I believe him. After all, he just said that he was grateful for me helping him--

Maybe he is in trouble and didn’t want to say…

Near Jason’s house, she almost drove past, but then, she saw a car in the driveway. Not Jason’s. His was a red Camry; this was a nondescript silver sedan.

Half a block away, she parked in the alley. Then, she climbed out, not forgetting to grab her cell phone, and dashed through the back yard to Jason’s garage.

She stood on her tiptoes, but still couldn’t see through the window. So she snatched the spare bricks that were sitting next to the wall, piled them up, and stood on top of them, grasping the window sill.

And she peered through the rather grimy window.

Jason was inside, standing next to his car, looking like normal except that his hair was rather tousled at the moment, a single brown lock falling over his forehead.

Next to him stood a tall woman, her dark hair upswept tastefully, eyes sharp and active, mouth a little too prim, in Connie’s opinion.


Their voices were muffled, so she couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly, Tasha took a step toward him, touched his hand.

He pulled away, turned his back toward her. She came up behind him, put her hand on his shoulder, touched his face, looking up into his eyes. Connie froze, hoping Tasha wouldn’t see her; she would be in Tasha’s direct line of sight if she wasn’t looking at Jason.

Connie grasped the window sill tighter to keep from slipping, but it had the opposite effect. Losing her balance, she grabbed in vain for the painted wood surface, and then the bricks gave way beneath her feet. With a shriek, she toppled backwards and the ground rushed up toward her.

-- 09 Mar 2013 10:12 pm --

Chapter 4

Two faces looked down at her. They swam in her vision, fuzzy and indistinct. It was cold beneath her, and rather puffy. Snow, she realized.

The faces coalesced into Jason and Tasha.

“Are you okay?” said Jason, offering his hand.

She took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. “Good thing there was a snowdrift there,” she said shakily, brushing herself off.

“Good thing. What are you doing here?”

“I came to see if you were all right.”

“I’m fine.”

“I can see that.” She looked at Tasha, who smiled.

“Hi, Connie. It’s been a long time.”

“Hi, Tasha. How are you?” She wanted to ask what she was doing there, but felt extremely awkward, standing there in the snow after falling backward, spying on spies through the window.

“I’m well. It’s good to see you again.”

“Want to come in for some hot chocolate?” asked Jason. “As long as you’re here.” A smile was lurking at the edge of his mouth, as if he found this very amusing.



She pursed her lips. “There are still some things we need to discuss, Jason.”

His face went serious. “Of course.”

As they walked inside, Connie thought, I think I know what you want to ‘discuss’, Tasha. Like you were ‘discussing’ in the garage. He doesn’t need any more complications in his life, especially right now.

Inside, they sat down on Jason’s red leather couch while he went into the kitchen.

“So,” said Connie, “how has your work been going? I guess you can’t really talk about it.”

Tasha smiled. “No, I can’t. What about you?”

“It’s…been pretty normal around here. Except—“ she stopped. The past few months had been anything but normal. “Do you know what happened?”

Tasha’s face fell. “To Jason? Yes. I didn’t learn of it until a month afterward, though, and even then, I couldn’t get away. I…wish I was able to be here for him.”

“He had a lot of people who were around him, supporting him after he got back. I’m surprised he’s not sick of me by now.”

“I’m sure he’s glad to have you with him. He can be stubborn sometimes, but he needs all the support he can get after something like that. I’ve debriefed people who’ve gone through similar experiences, and the scars can last for a lifetime.

“I can’t help thinking that if I’d have been here, I’d have been able to find him before…things got as far as they did. But even if I had known, the Agency wouldn’t have let me off of my assignment. They might have sent someone else, and perhaps they should’ve, now that we know what Will’s designs are.

“I just wish Jason hadn’t had to go through all that for us to find out. If I knew there was anything I could do, I’d have dropped my assignment to rescue him. Gone rogue, and I’d be fired right now. And I wouldn’t be able to help with the case.”

“You’re working on a case?”

“The one focusing on Will. I asked for it; the Agency readily obliged. We’ve run into a dead end, though; Gray is a ghost, and other than him, we don’t know any other of Will’s contacts.”

“So you don’t have any leads?” She hoped that they’d find these people, get them behind bars before they had a chance to hurt Jason again.

“Not many. We’re following some rabbit trails, but so far they’ve led us on a wild goose chase.” She laughed. “There’s one or two…”

“Is that why you’re here?”

“Officially, yes. I also wanted to see Jason. This is the second time I almost lost him, you know. The first time, after the incident with the Whisperer, I thought he was dead. Even as an agent, he’s had more than his share of run-ins with danger.”

“Danger is my middle name,” said Jason, walking in and setting the mugs of hot chocolate down on the glass top of the coffee table. “They used to call me that back when I was in high school, you know. It’s in my blood.”

He sat down in the chair opposite them. “Speaking of which, we should probably pick up where we left off.”

“You mean the Agency psychologist-?”

His eyes flashed. “No. I mean the reason you’re here. My father.”

“Is Whit in trouble?” said Connie.

“Jason—“ said Tasha warningly. “Are you sure we should involve—“

“Connie is basically a part of our family,” said Jason. “She should know.”

“The more she knows, the more danger you put her in. You know the people we’re dealing with better than anyone.”


“Sorry, I shouldn’t have put it like that. But in this kind of operation, the fewer that know, the better.”

“She’s here now. It should be her choice whether she wants to know more.” He looked at Connie.

“If it has something to do with you or Whit being in danger, I do.”

“Even if it means putting yourself in danger?”

“What kind of danger could I be in? I don’t have any secrets.” Connie took a sip of her hot chocolate.

“No,” said Tasha, “And we wouldn’t give you any more secrets than you know. But being close to this could make you a target. We’ve already seen how Will’s modus operandi is to go after the loved ones of those he wants secrets from.”

“I want to know. If there’s any way I can help, I will.”

Jason nodded. Tasha looked at him for a moment, then said, “Ever since we brought Nadira Jaheem in for questioning, and she described her interactions with ‘Will’, we realized we had a credible threat on our hands. Someone who had connections, who would go to any lengths to realize his goals of world domination, whether or not his goals were completely feasible in the long run. We needed to make sure he didn’t get a hold of the weapons he was seeking.

“The problem is, we don’t have a name to go on, only an alias, and so there’s no way to know his true identity. He communicated with Nadira anonymously; she never indicated she knew his real name, and what else she could tell us was limited. Most of what we know now is mere assumption, connecting the dots that may give us a very different picture when we have more information at our disposal.”

Jason cleared his throat. “What happened to Nadira?”

“I…don’t know. I only saw the recording of her interrogation.”

“Did they hurt her?”

“They scared her some—“

“Did they hurt her?”

“The Agency doesn’t perform enhanced interrogations.”

“I know you don’t. The Agency, I’m not so sure about.”

“What does it matter? She was complicit in Will’s scheme. She hurt you.”

“She had her reasons. Do you know what they did with her afterward? Did they let her go?”

“I’m not sure. I can check for you.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Anyway, we finally got a lead several days ago. One of our listening posts picked up some chatter in which Whit was mentioned as a target. It was in a code we hadn’t seen before, so we didn’t decrypt the whole message. But it also mentioned Zephyr, the computer program, and Will is one of the few people who knows about it. And if Will is behind it, this might be the break we’re looking for.”

“Wait a second,” said Jason. “It sounds like you’re using my father as bait.”

“Does it? That came out wrong, I suppose.”

“No, I know how the Agency works. People are just pawns in the game.”

“Wait a minute, Jason—“

“I don’t begrudge them that. They have to work that way. I just don’t like it, that’s all.”

“So—they want to kidnap Whit this time?” said Connie.

“It sounds like it,” said Tasha. “We’re not going to let them, though.” She looked at Jason. “If everything goes how I want it, Will’s accomplices won’t get near him. We’ll capture them, and then—“

“If all goes well. I don’t want any possibility that my dad could get hurt. I’d rather put myself out there as bait. Was there any mention of me?”

“There…might have been.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That they mentioned a second target. We didn’t get its identity. But it’s likely you because both of you still have information they want, and either of you would be perfect leverage to hold over the other.” She shook her head. “You Whittakers. You’re like your own miniature version of the Agency—with less protection at your disposal. Maybe we should bring you all in to a safe house; you’d be less of a security risk.”

“I’d almost consider it. But after a few days at a safe house, we’d be climbing the walls.”

A smile touched her lips. “I suppose you’re right. But for now, we need to make Odyssey a fortress—without looking like it is.”

“I have some ideas.”

“I thought you might.”

“We’d better get going. I need to tell my dad what’s going on.” He rose, set his hot chocolate down.

“I’ll go with you,” said Tasha. “We’d better use my car—it’s less…showy.”

They walked out the door. Jason and Tasha got into her car. “Aren’t you coming?” said Jason, through the open passenger seat window.

“My car’s in the alley,” said Connie. “I better go get it. Are you meeting at Whit’s End?”

Jason nodded, barely perceptibly.

Tasha drove them out of the driveway. Connie had the strangest feeling of being left out; she wasn’t part of that world, never could be. Tasha and Jason shared something that she never would be able to. They had a history…they’d even almost gotten married. Maybe it was best that they get together after all. They understood each other. Tasha was perfect for him.

She trudged down the sidewalk and into the alley, thinking that she wouldn’t be able to be very helpful in this situation. Whit, Tasha, and Jason all would be able to do something; what could she do? She’d just be in the way. She wouldn’t even know what they were talking about, and Tasha was right, the more she knew, the more she’d jeopardize the operation. She didn’t want to get Whit or Jason in trouble.

Maybe I should just go home, she thought, as she climbed into the car. I’d never forgive myself if I did something that inadvertently hurt Whit or Jason.

She put the keys in the ignition, tried to start the car. It didn’t start, but that wasn’t surprising; it hated the cold.

She tried again. Nothing.

She leaned back on the headrest, hoping the battery wasn’t dead.

Suddenly something pricked the back of her neck. Like an insect sting. She grabbed for it instinctively, then realized the worst thing to do is grab a stinging insect.

But what would an insect be doing outside during winter in the first place?

She turned to look in the back seat; by this time, her head was spinning. Am I sick? she wondered. Before haze enveloped her completely, she glimpsed two eyes looking back at her in smug satisfaction.

Then, nothing.

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