“Miénteme, Jared. Dime que quieres que me quede.- Wanda”

“But I love you, “ he whispered. “Doesn't that matter?” “Of course it matters. So much. Can't you see? That only makes it more… necessary.” His eyes flashed open. “Is it so unbearable to have me love you? Is that it? I can keep my mouth shut, Wanda. I won't say it again. You can be with Jared, if that's what you want. Just stay.”

“Hey Wanda! Hey Ian!" Jamie was all grins, his messy hair bouncing as he moved..."Guess what? Jared was saying at lunch that he didn't think it was fair for you to have to move out of the room you were used to. He said we weren't being good hosts. He said you should move back in with me! Isn't that great? I asked him if I could tell you right away, and he said that was a good idea. He said you would be in here.""I'll bet he did," Ian murmured."So, what do you think, Wanda? We get to be roomies again!""But Jamie, where will Jared stay?""Wait - let me guess," Ian interrupted. "I bet he said the room was big enough for three. Am I right?" "Yeah. How did you know?""Lucky guess"..."Will you come back?" Jamie begged against my shoulder..."If that's what you want, Jamie. Okay.""Woo hoo!" Jamie crowed in my ear. "Cool! I'm gonna go tell Jared! I'll get you some food, too, okay?...You want something, Ian?""Sure, kid. I want you to tell Jared he's shameless.”

“Que Quowle" -stay with me forever-”

“Thank you, Wanda. My sister. I will never forget you.Be happy, Mel. Enjoy it all. Appreciate it for me.”

“What can I give you, Wanda?” he insisted.I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady.“Give me a lie, Jared. Tell me you want me to stay.”There was no hesitation this time. His arms wound around me in the dark, held me securely against his chest. He pressed his lips against my forehead, and I felt his breath move my hair when he spoke.Melanie was holding her breath in my head. She was trying to bury herself again, trying to givememy freedom for these last minutes. Maybe she was afraid to listen to these lies. She wouldn'twant this memory when I was gone.“Stay here, Wanda. With us. Withme. I don't want you to go. Please. I can't imagine having you gone. I can't see that. I don't know how to… how to…” His voice broke.”

“Es probable que mi pesadilla no hubiera asustado a nadie más. No había nada que saltara y gritase «¡buuu!». No había zombis ni fantasmas ni psicópatas. En realidad, no había nada, sólo un vacío, un interminable laberinto de árboles cubiertos de musgo, tan calmo, que el silencio se convertía en una presión incómoda sobre mis oídos. Estaba oscuro, como en el crepúsculo de un día nublado, con la luz justa para distinguir que no había nada a la vista. Siempre estoy corriendo a través de la penumbra sin una dirección definida, busca que te busca. Me pongo más y más frenética a medida que pasa el tiempo e intento moverme más deprisa. Parezco torpe a pesar de la velocidad. .. Entonces, llegaba a aquel punto de mi sueño. Sabía con antelación que iba a llegar a él, pero, a pesar de ello, no era capaz de despertarme antes. Era ese momento en el que me daba cuenta de que no había nada que buscar, nada que encontrar, que nunca había habido otra cosa que no fuera ese bosque vacío y lóbrego y que nunca habría ninguna otra cosa para mí... nada de nada.Por lo general, empezaba a gritar en ese momento.”