Page 72 of Lost

“Which means they will too,” I said.

“Uh, yeah. For sure.”

“Well, it’s not like I was going to sneak away by myself,” I said. “I’ve learned my lesson about thinking I can handle a major crisis all by myself—that’s just stupid.”

“That makes me feel better, but only a little. Z, are you sure you have to go?”

I turned from Heath’s image to meet my brother’s gaze. “Another version of you is in big trouble. I can help him. If you were him, what would you want me to do?”

He grinned, and I suddenly saw him as a boy, about seven, with a terrible buzz haircut and a gap in his smile where his front teeth should be—and my heart squeezed.

“Z, I can’t lie. I’d totally want you to come save my butt.”

This is going to break Stark’s heart, I thought, but all I said was, “Yeah, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”