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E’s stopped," she reported, "but he’ll die if he doesn’t see the inside of a hospital soon"

"He may die anyway," said Addison "Especially in a hospital here in the present Iine: he wakes up in three days’ tied two hundred and bird-knohat"

"That ain, I’ll be surprised if in three days’ time any of us are alive, in any condition whatsoever I’m not sure what more we can do for him"

I’d heard theest any peculiar who’d lived in a loop could stay in the present without aging forward It was long enough for theh to travel between loops but short enough that they were never teer Only daredevils and yer than a few hours; the consequences of a delay were too grave

Eht, then tottered on her feet and grabbed for one of the train’s stanchions I took her hand and ainst my side, exhausted beyond measure We both were I hadn’t slept properly in days Hadn’t eaten properly, either, aside fros I’d been running and terrified and wearing these da shoes since I couldn’t remember when, but more than that, every ti out of me that I didn’t kno to put back It ree that holly new, absolutely subterranean I’d discovered a fresh vein inside me, a new source of power to mine, but it was depletable and finite, and I wondered if by using it up I was using myself up, too

I’d worry about that another time For now I tried to savor a rare moment of peace,Selfishly, perhaps, I didn’t mention the hollow that had chased our train What could any of us do about it? It would either catch us or not Kill us or not The next time it found us--and I was sure there would be a next tiues or I wouldn’t

I watched Addison hop onto the seat across frory sound of the train and a war it with his nose, eyes bright and snout twitching The air smelled like stale sweat and dry rot tothat required careful interpretation

"Can you sa thought "I can," he said "Their trail is nice and crisp, too"

Even at this high speed, he could pick up the minutes-old traces of peculiars who’d been enclosed in an earlier train car I was impressed, and told him so

"Thank you, but I can’t take all the credit," he said "Someone must’ve pushed open ain their car, too, otherwise the trail would beI would try to follow"

"She knew you were here?" I asked

"How did you find us?" Emma said