Aren’t you coming with us?†I feel his hand on my cheek. I know what this means and I slap his hand away. “You’re coming with us, Evan,†I say. “There’s something I have to do.†“That’s right.†My hand flails for his in the dark. I find it and pull hard. “You have to come with us.†“I’ll find you, Cassie. Don’t I always find you? I—†“Don’t, Evan. You don’t know you’ll be able to find me.†“Cassie.†I don’t like the way he says my name. His voice is too soft, too sad, too much like a good-bye voice. “I was wrong when I said I was both and neither. I can’t be; I know that now. I have to choose.†“Wait a minute,†Ben says. “Cassie, this guy is one of them?†“It’s complicated,†I answer. “We’ll go over it later.†I grab Evan’s hand in both of mine and press it against my chest. “Don’t leave me again.†“You left me, remember?†He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he’s holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he’s won fair and square. I give in. What am I going to do, put a gun to his head? He’s gotten this far, I tell myself. He’ll get the rest of the way. “What’s due north?†I ask, pushing against his fingers. “I don’t know. But it’s the shortest path to the farthest spot.†“The farthest spot from what?†“From here. Wait for the plane. When the plane takes off, run. Ben, do you think you can run?†“I think so.†“Run fast?†“Yes.†He doesn’t sound too confident about it, though. “Wait for the plane,†Evan whispers. “Don’t forget.†He kisses me hard on the mouth, and then the stairwell goes all Evanless.