No Passengers Beyond This Point

What I don’t know is how long it will take the driver to alert the blue security dudes. Can they see the taxi on a radar screen? Am I being watched now? The only people here are clustered around the screens. They aren’t looking at me. But what about the people in Headquarters—the people who run Falling Bird, can they see me?

I could talk to him …

But then all at once I understand. I don’t want a piece of someone else’s life … I want my own. I want my chance to live my own life my own way.

But this won’t last. I know it won’t.

My mom says worry is like a leaky faucet—every drip makes you imagine something bad on the way … trouble … trouble … trouble … do something … do something … do something.