“And then suddenly Danny's arms were around me, and his lips were on mine, and the crazy windshield wipers commenced singing our names together.”

“Stop thirsting for things that are bitter,Go crazy here, here in these arms that are stillWrapped around the absent shape of you,Go crazy with me, thrash about in our bedAnd weep and wail and call me by her name,At least have the courage to let our hearts break together.”

“That's about as effective as a windshield wiper on a goat's ass.”

“Nooooooooooo!" Screaming the word, Amy and Dan moved as one.Time slowed down, which, Dan knew from experience, often happened when you were in midair. By the time they leaped onto the hood of Fiske's car (oops, dents), and Dan had ripped off a windshield wiper to use as a weapon (probably not the best idea, but hey, he was improvising), Scarey Harley Dude had turned around.He strode off in his motorcycle boots, moving swiftly to his bike without seeming to hurry. His helmet back on, sunglasses adjusted, he roared off straight into the road, weaving through the thick traffic like smoke.Amy's face was squashed against the windshield. Dan held the wiper aloft like a club.And Evan Tolliver stood on the sidewalk, blinking at them.Dan waved the windshield wiper at him. "Hey, bro. We didn't want to miss our ride.”

“I waned him back. I wanted him back so much I couldn't think about anything else. Everywhere I looked was suddenly somewhere Danny wasn't. My hands were empty because Danny wasn't holding them. My room echoed with quiet because Danny wasn't there whispering ridiculous things to make me laugh, or make me shiver.It seemed so right. Danny was mine, I was his, and that wasn't going to work if he was dead. So I would make him not dead, anymore.”

“We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.”