A hand touched my shoulder, shaking me. I was back on the bus. It was dark and warm and I just wanted to sleep, but Chloe kept shaking my shoulder.<br /><i> “Tori?” </i> she whispered. <i> “We’re at a truck stop. It’s Derek. He . . . he’s not feeling good. It could be the Change again. He needs to get off the bus. I’m going with him.”<br />“Mmmph.” <br />“Are you awake? Did you hear what I said?”<br />“Yeah, yeah. Derek Changing. You going.” </i><br />She said something else, but I was already drifting back to sleep. Then she was gone.<br />I bolted upright in the pool house. Chloe had told me they were getting off the bus. Damn it! I’d screwed up.