“Sometimes he seems like a droid--or a drone. Fang of Nine. Fang2-D2.”

“We will destroy you,” the Flyboys droned. “You have no escape.” That was the most imaginative, threatening thing the whitecoats had programmed these ’droids to say? “Talk about lame,” Fang muttered.”

“I whirled around and saw no one. No psychotic mad scientists, anyway."Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was was Fang, and he was giggling hysterically. For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle. Especially hysterically.So for a second, this seemed like one of the weirder dreams of recent days. ”

“We’ll be back!” he snarled.It was really Ari’s voice.Boy, you just can’t kill people like you used to,” said Fang”

“Maybe it's information the whitecoats never wanted anyone to figure out.' Fang said in the hollow Twilight Zone-y voice he used sometimes when things got unusually weird- as opposed to regular weird.”

“Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was Fang and he was giggling hysterically.For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle, esspecially hysterically.”

“He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.”