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it. The vision smacked into her with enough force that she flew onto her back. She sat up and saw the cave behind her eyes in her mind. She started to go and I knew she was being le d by some other force , just like she had been before. I didn't say anything. I just followed close behind as she ran.
    I began to get worried when it had been ten minutes and she was still hustling along the dirt . She began to stumble over the rocks and things. "Maggie," I complained, but she kept going.
    "I can't stop," she said softly and then gasped as her body swung her to make a sharp right. And then we were looking right at a bright red shoe peeking out of the small cave. We both took off toward it.
    "Beck ," Maggie sighed as she knelt down to the prone forms of her friends. "Ralph," she barked and shook his arm. "Beck!" Maggie's hand touched Beck's cheek and she patted it gently.
    When Beck's eyes flew open I sighed and thanked the big guy. Maggie didn’t squeal or laugh or say anything at all. She just lifted Beck's head to rest on her knees. And then she told her over and over again that everything would be OK, that they were fine now, that we were taking them home.
    I told Maggie in our minds that I was getting the car and ran all the way. The bumps and bangs on the SUV had me cringing as I bounded over the rocks and hills and bushes to get back to them, but I'd apologize to Uncle Ken later.
    A million bad things were going through my head as I slammed the car to a stop and got out to go to Maggie. Was Ralph even alive? And Maggie's vision…she only showed them alive, it never said they would make it. And if Maggie's friends didn't make it, I could only imagine the amount of guilt Maggie would bury herself with.
    I pushed that to the side and knelt down next to Maggie. She was exactly as I left her and when I touched her arm to get her attention, she jolted a little. "Baby, let me have her," I told her. She gulped. "Let me take her."
    She nodded and I lifted Beck into my arms and ran as quickly as I could to the backseat with her. I laid her down gently, settling her legs in the seat with her, before running to the back hatch and lifting it open. I went back to Maggie and saw her wet face as she stroked Ralph's hair.
    Hell.
    "He's alive," she said to stop my thoughts. "Barely."
    She backed away and I reached down to heft him over my shoulder. Dude was a freaking tank. I grunted all the way before slamming him as gently as I could into the back. Maggie climbed in the back, too. I wasn't surprised. She immediately began opening a water bottle and trying to pour some into his mouth.
    S ee if you can get her to drink, Caleb. Please.
    I opened the other door on my side and looked down at Beck's face. I reached for one of the bottles and saw her eyes open. She tried to sit up so I helped her. She drank and drank and drank. She wiped her mouth with the back of her shaky hand when it was drained and asked where Ralph was. I pointed to Maggie in the back.
    That must've been what she was waiting for, because when she saw Ralph taking small sips from Maggie's bottle, she lost it. She gripped by arm so she wouldn't fall over and was wracked with sobs. I slid onto the edge of the seat and put my arm around her. I was glad that Maggie was too focused to be reading their minds right then. I did not want to live the hell they had lived. I was sure it was nothing but absolute hell .
    She cried, but there were no tears on my shirt. She had nothing in her system to produce them. I closed my eyes and was thankful we found them, and apparently, just in time. They were safe now, and Maggie was now safe from her own guilt…I hoped.
    Beck looked back once more over my shoulder and watched for a second before leaning forward and whispering to me. "Did I imagine all that glowing light when you found us?"
    Crap. "It was a flashlight," I tried.
    "No," she insisted and shook her head. She gave me the 'no bullcrap' look. "No, it wasn't."
    Double crap. How was I