“There were hugs. There were words said by each of them. I don't remember what they were. Nothing haunts me more.”

“All I can think about is what she must be doing, and how I wish she were still here.”

“And even if we were hunting vampires, what the hell is the Silly Putty for?”

“There is a crucifix, a few cloves of garlic, a wooden stake, a hammer, a blob of Silly Putty, and a pocketknife. “You do realize these people aren’t vampires, right?” I say when Sam walks back in. “Yeah, but you never know. They’re probably crazy, like you said.” “And even if we were hunting vampires, what the hell is the Silly Putty for?” He shrugs. “Just want to be prepared.”

“Why couldn't you turn into a fireball when we were on the same team!”

“My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.”

“In the beginning we were a group of nine.Three are gone, dead.There are six of us left.They are hunting us, and they won't stop until they've killed us all.I am Number Four.I know that I am next.”