Too late now, she thought. She pulled her ticket out of her pocket. Besides, an apology wouldn't make him stop hating her.
The driver reached for Cameron's ticket. She didn't let it go. "I forgot something," she blurted out. She bolted out of her seat, stumbled down the narrow aisle, flew down the steps, and hit the parking lot running.
It was a couple of miles to the museum, and there was probably a bus that went there, but Cameron didn't want to waste time trying to find it. She wanted to get to Michael, spit out her apology, then exchange her ticket and finally get out of this town.
A few blocks later she reached the main street. She hung a left and kept running. It was a straight shot to the museum now. She pushed herself hard, almost glad when her lungs started to burn. It distracted her a little from what she was about to do.
When she reached the museum, she darted around to the side door and pushed through without breaking her stride. She raced to the staircase and went straight up.
She found Michael lying on the living-room floor. Her heart constricted at the sight of him.
He's asleep, she thought. But there was something about the slackness of his mouth and the absolute stillness of his body that told her she was wrong.
Cameron stared at him for a long moment, unable to move. She realized that Michael's eyes weren't completely closed. She could see a sliver of white beneath the lids. She moved her gaze down to his chest. Was he even breathing? She couldn't tell.
She slowly approached him and poked his shoulder with her toe. "Michael! Wake up!" she shouted, her voice coming out weirdly high and breathy.
He didn't even twitch.
"Michael!" she shrieked. She jammed her toe into his shoulder. His body slid a few inches but remained still.
She knelt down, drew in a shaky breath, and lightly pressed her fingertips against the base of his neck.
She didn't feel a pulse.
Maybe it was just too weak to feel. She lowered her head and pressed her ear against his chest.
She didn't hear a heartbeat.
She squeezed her eyes shut and listened harder. She heard a pounding sound, and for one exhilarating second she was sure he was alive. Then she realized the sound was coming from the stairs. She shoved herself to her feet just as Max appeared, with Liz right behind him.
"I think Michael's dead," Cameron cried.
Max shoved his way past her and took Michael's head in his hands. He closed his eyes and started taking deep, even breaths.
Cameron turned to Liz. "Can they bring back the dead?" she asked urgently. "Is that one of their powers?"
Liz shook her head, her eyes on Max and Michael. Cameron locked her teeth together. She was afraid if she tried to ask another question, even say another word, she might start screaming and never stop. Her jaw muscles began to ache as she stood there, waiting, watching.
Michael's left foot gave a jerk, then his eyelids snapped open. He stared up into Max's face. "Prince Charming, I've been waiting for you for so long," he muttered.
A hoarse laugh burst from Cameron's mouth, and the tension in her muscles eased up.
Max didn't answer Michael. He jumped up, strode down the hall to the bedroom, and flung open the door. "Adam's gone," he announced as he hurried back over to Michael.
"Where's Isabel?" Michael demanded, shoving himself to his feet.
"She stayed home sick," Max reminded him.
"No. She was here. We were kissing. That's the last thing I remember," Michael shot back.
Max and Liz ran toward the kitchen. Michael rushed to the bathroom. Cameron stayed where she was. Kissing, she thought. Michael and Isabel were kissing.
"Adam must have knocked you out and taken Izzy with him," Max said when he, Liz, and Michael had returned to the living room.
"Why are you so sure it was Adam?" Cameron asked.
"Michael's brain stem had been pulverized from the inside," Max explained. "Only another one of us could have done that."
"With the sleeping pills I gave him, I can't believe he even managed to roll over." Michael pulled a medicine bottle out of his pocket and checked the dosage instructions.
"Maybe he didn't do it," Cameron said. "Maybe Isabel did. Do you think she could have carried Adam out of here on her own?"
Michael whipped his head toward her, and Cameron felt scalded by his gaze. "Isabel would not do this," he said, his voice low and deadly. "Everyone is not like you."
It was as if the floor had been yanked out from under her feet. "How can you even compare-" she began. Then she stopped herself. She couldn't have this conversation. Not right now, at least. Not in front of Max and Liz.
"Cameron may be right," Max said.
"I don't believe you," Michael exploded. "How can you say that about your own sister?"
"No, listen." Max shot a glance at Liz, and she gave him a quick nod. "Yesterday Isabel used her powers to slam me up against a wall. She apologized, said she was freaked about what happened with Adam, but…"
Michael shoved his fingers through his hair. "Isabel said there was something evil in Adam, something controlling him," he muttered to himself.
"What if she was right?" Liz asked. "Could whatever it is be in Isabel now?"
Cameron was very glad Liz had asked that question. It was something Michael needed to think about, but if Cameron had been the one to say it, he would have totally gone off.
"We have to at least consider it as a possibility," Max answered. "Fact-Isabel's not here. Fact-she never would have left Michael to die of her own free will. So either Adam regained consciousness, attacked Michael, and forced Isabel to go with him-"
"Or something evil has control of Isabel," Michael finished.
"Okay, we checked the mall. We checked cheerleading practice. Now where-UFOnics?" Alex asked.
"It's sort of early for that," Maria said. "Besides, it's in the part of town Michael and Cameron are searching."
Michael and Cameron. Would she ever get used to saying that? Would she have to? Max had told Liz that Cameron was gone. But no.
"How about Flying Pepperoni?" Alex pulled off his sunglasses and tossed them on the dashboard.
"I guess," Maria answered. "It seems kind of hopeless, though. Unless the evil thing in Isabel has some kind of pizza craving."
Neither of them said a word for a long moment. Maria could feel the silence building up inside her, pushing at the walls of her body.
"Are we having fun yet?" Alex blurted out, a wide, maniacal grin breaking across his face.
"Oh yeah," Maria answered. "We're having more fun than-more fun than-"
"Than the last pancake at a breakfast buffet?" Alex suggested.
Maria squinched up her nose. "I have no idea what that means."
"Yeah, me neither," Alex admitted.
Silence filled the car again. Maria felt like a balloon that was about to pop.
"Did I used to have a life?" she suddenly exclaimed. "I mean, what did I do when I wasn't doing this?" She made a helpless swirling gesture with her hands.
Alex laughed. "You mean before the alien invasion? You were enjoying your glory days, gathering up the memories you would come to treasure in your old age."
He sounded so… bitter. Maria twisted the silver ring on her pinkie around and around. "Can I ask you a horrible question?"
"Uh, sure," he answered.
"Do you wish that we didn't know the truth about Michael and Max and Isabel?" It was something she'd been asking herself a lot lately.
Alex hesitated. "It would be easier…," he finally said.
That was true. A lot easier. Not just because alien bounty hunters and evil controlling things would no longer be a part of her world, but because there would be no one she loved so hard, it hurt. There would be no Michael.
"But no," Alex concluded. He shot a glance at Maria. "What about you? Do you wish you could go back in time to before it happened?"