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Something about that word made her uneasy.
She opened her eyes again, sitting up this time. There were no sleeping bags, no campsite, and Allie felt strange, like someone had filled her head with helium.
There was someone else a few feet away, sleeping on the ground, knees to chest.
A boy with a bit of an Asian look about him. He seemed both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, as if they had once met, but only in passing.
Then an icy wave of memory flowed over her.
Flying through a tunnel. He was there. He had bumped her, the clumsy oaf!
“Hello!” said a voice behind her, making her jump. She turned sharply and saw another, younger boy sitting cross-legged on the ground. Behind him was a granite cliff that extended high out of sight.
This boy’s hair was unkempt, and his clothes were weird — sort of too heavy, too tight, and buttoned way too high. He also had more freckles than she had ever seen on a human being.
“It’s about time you woke up,” he said.
“Who are you?” Allie asked.
Instead of answering, he pointed to the other kid, who was starting to stir.
“Your friend is waking up, too.”
“He’s not my friend.”
The other kid sat up, blinking in the light. He had brown stuff on his face.
Dried blood! thought Allie. No. Chocolate. She could smell it.
“This is freaky,” the chocolate boy said. “Where am I?”
Allie stood up and took a good look around. This wasn’t just a grove of trees, it was an entire forest. “I was in the car, with my dad,” Allie said aloud, forcing the scrap of memory to her lips, hoping that would help to drag the rest of it all the way back.”
“We were on a mountain road, above a forest. …” Only this wasn’t the forest they had driven past. That forest was full of tall dead tree trunks, with stubby, rotting limbs. “A dead forest,” Dad had said from the drivers seat, pointing it out. “It happens like that sometimes. A fungus, or some other kind of blight—it can kill acres at a time.”
Then Allie remembered the squealing of tires, and a crunch, and then nothing.
She began to get just a little bit worried.
“Okay, what’s going on here,” she demanded of the freckled kid, because she knew Chocolate Boy was as clueless as she was.
“This is a great place!” Freckle-face said. “It’s my place. Now it’s your place, too!”
“I’ve got a place,” said Allie. “I don’t need this one.”
Then Chocolate Boy pointed at her. “I know you! You bumped into me!”
“No—you bumped into me.”
The freckled kid came between them. “C’mon, stop talking about that.” He started bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. “We got stuff to do!”
Allie crossed her arms. “I’m not doing anything until I know what’s going on — “
and then it all came crashing back to her with the fury of— “—A head-on collision!”
“Yes!” said Chocolate Boy. “I thought I dreamed it!”
“It must have knocked us out!” Allie felt all over her body. No broken bones, no bruises—not even a scratch. How could that be? “We might have a concussion.”
