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then I saw her holding her ankle.  “What happened to you?” I asked.
    “Oh, I was looking up in the sky and tripped.  Didn’t even see the hole and fell onto the pavement.  Good thing no one was watching.  It was a graceless tribute to gravity.”
    “You okay?”
    “I tweaked the ankle pretty hard,” she said, holding it up toward me.  “I don’t suppose you can do that healing trick again?”  I tried not to pay attention to the long leg that was attached to the foot, but something got caught in my throat, and I had to clear it.  She sat there, with her leg in the air and gave me a heavy-lidded look.  “I promise I didn’t plan this so you’d touch me again.”
    “Of course not.”   I crouched down and took her ankle in my hand and could see it swelling a little.  She winced until I got it comfortable, and then I healed her.  We kept grinning at each other and looking away, and then looking back and grinning some more, all while I held her foot on my lap.  When I was pretty sure she was good to go, I set her foot down.
    Amity wiggled her foot back and forth and shook her head like she couldn’t believe it.  “That is so cool ,” she said.  “No wonder so many Mages are paramedics.”  She reached her hand up to me, and I lifted her to her feet.  After testing her weight on the ankle, she shrugged.  “Okay.  I’m ready!”
    “And we’re running late,” I said.   As we reached the edge of campus, she tumbled again.  I caught her before she landed in a bush.  “What the—?  You are Miss Clumsy today!”  I looked down at the ground.  “A Dirt Hole,” I said.  We scanned the area, but couldn’t see any Punkers.  In fact, no kids were in sight as the bell rang.  “C’mon, get up.”
    “I twisted it again .  This is crazy,” she said.  “Heal me again?”
    “No.”
    “What?  Why not?  Can you only do it once a day, or something?”
    I helped her up.  “I didn’t mean it like that.  I want one of the teachers to know about this, though.  Let’s get you to the office.   Plus, we’re tardy two days in a row, and we need an alibi.”
    Amity nodded, and we wrapped an arm around each other to help her hop along.  At the steps, I picked her up and Flew to the landing.  That gave me an idea, and I looked up.  Sure enough.  “There!” I pointed above the tree tops.
    “Are you kidding me?” groaned Amity.  “Is that Jack?  I thought I heard something up there.”
    “I’m pretty sure it is.  That explains two ankle twists in two blocks.”
    “Jerks!  Doesn’t he have anything better to do than to make sure I never make it to first period?”
    I pushed open the doors, and Amity hobbled inside.  Instead of finding it empty, the hall was filled with kids sitting against the wall and reading their text books.  Most of them looked up at us when we entered, but then went back to reading.  Mr. Blakely stood over a few of them, talking to them in his stern, quiet voice, so I knew they were in big trouble.
    “These are Wiser kids,” whispered Amity.
    Mr. Blakely finally noticed us, and his face reddened.  “You, too, Kincaid?”
    “What do you mean?” I asked, helping Amity forward.
    When he saw her limping, his face changed.  “You’re not part of this?”
    I looked at all the students’ faces.  Some of them were glaring at me.  “I…don’t know what ‘this’ is,” I said.  “Jack Bagler was out there opening Dirt Holes under Amity repeatedly, so…”
    Mr. Blakely made a guttural noise.  “I don’t have time for this!  I’ve got kids protesting all over the school…”
    “I’ll take her to Flinckey.”
    “Good idea,” he said, looking tired.  He smiled weakly at us.  “Sorry about that.  Miss Flinckey will have you well in no time.  Have her write your pass to class, and…”  He paused, lowering his voice.  “And maybe you two should plan on arriving at school a little earlier from now on?”
    We turned toward the