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                  Comfortably propped up against what little luggage I had, I sat on the floor and pulled my laptop out of its pillow case, resting it on my legs. It felt strange. Before I would have had a gazillion different things to keep me busy. Now, I was left with aimlessly searching the internet. When I got bored with that, I pulled up Amazon and started browsing their vast selection of eBooks. After One-clicking on at least ten of them, I went to dig out my phone. I had downloaded the Kindle app on it once upon a time and never used it. Now seemed like the perfect time to try it out. Except I didn’t have my phone anymore.
                  “Shit.” I had already forgotten that I’d smashed it earlier. For all I knew it was still lying on the floor exactly where it had landed after hitting the wall.
                  It was just as well. At least this way Blaise wouldn’t be able to get through if he tried to call me. Better yet, I wouldn’t know if he didn’t.
                  With no other alternatives, I downloaded the same app to my computer and began reading there. I was about three chapters in on what might very well have been the best book in the world, if only I had been able to concentrate on it long enough to absorb any of the story, when my compute softly jingled at me and the little blue Skype bubble popped up on my screen.
                  It was Royce. And that was weird.
                  I hit answer before I could remind myself that I was pissed off at him, too.
                  “Hello?”
                  “Ava, where are you guys?” I could tell from the video that he was back on the bus.
                  “I take it Blaise hasn’t talked to you boys yet?” Of course not.
                  “Talked to us about what? No one has seen him since we left the stage. How come you guys never showed for the after party?” Royce turned around to pick something up. “And what’s up with this?” He was holding up my busted phone.
                  “It had an altercation with the wall and didn’t fare so well. What do you mean Blaise didn’t show for the after party?” I was starting to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
                  “Wait. Is he not with you?” Royce was slowly catching up to what was really going on. “Is that an airplane in the window behind you? What the fuck is going on, Ava?”
                  I looked over my shoulder. What the hell was up with these windows? Shouldn’t the glare from the light have rendered the planes on the other side of the glass hidden in the dark of night? Nope. Not considering they had a spotlight bright as daylight shining on the one straight behind me.
                  “Look, I’ll explain later. Right now we need to find Blaise. Where are Derek and Angel?”
                  Royce was on the move. When he stepped outside he finally answered, “Derek is sleeping, but Angel’s still up. He’s sitting in the back watching TV.” He glanced out into the night, then back at the screen. “How bad is this Ava?”
                  “Don’t know yet. Call you when I find out. Don’t let the bus leave until I figure out what’s going on.”
                  I snapped my screen shut, shoved the laptop back into the pillow case and collected the rest of my stuff. Then, like a fool, I began running through the terminal until I made it back outside and into another cab.
                  “The Glass Room, please,” I called to the cabby before I was even fully inside the vehicle. He didn’t waste any time. The second my door slammed shut, he was on the move already.
                  The drive seemed to take for fucking ever. Every second that I sat there I berated myself for all the stupid ways I had handled the