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→But as I faded away, as the world faded away, I heard a few last words from my friends before their voices also faded.

→The scene began to dissolve in my vision, fading to black. And not just the scene. Me. I was dissolving. I was losing all substance. I was becoming nothing.

→When the car hit me, there was an intense moment of pain that radiated through my whole body. Then I felt nothing. My sight shifted, and I had the surreal sense of looking down on my sprawled body while my friends hurried to me and the car sped away. Some were trying to talk to me, some were calling 911. Some were talking to each other.

→The car seemed to come out of nowhere, and, considering the way things worked in my world, it might literally have done so. All I knew is that one moment we were all standing around in the dark parking lot, and the next, a car was speeding toward us. Or rather, toward me. I couldn’t discern any make or model and certainly not the driver. I probably wouldn’t have known him or her anyway. All I saw were rapidly approaching headlights, heading toward where I stood alone, out in the open between my friends and Seth.

→Staring at Seth, I felt my heart ache. This could be it, just like Carter had said at New Year’s, about how Seth and I still managed to come back to each other. I swallowed, both scared and anxious. “Maybe I should meet you guys later,” I said. “Seth and I can go somewhere and talk first.”

→“Why don’t you come over to our place and have your heart-to-heart there,” said Peter. “It’ll go better with hummus and wine.”

→“I know,” said Seth. “I probably don’t deserve it. But . . . I’ve been thinking about a lot of things, and then there’s all this weirdness going on I don’t quite understand . . . like, my mom moving in with you? And do you know why all these toy ponies keep showing up on Terry’s doorstep?”

→“That’s not what you said the last time we talked,” I said. The harsh words were out before I could stop them. I knew I should jump on the chance to talk, on Seth’s willingness to talk at last . . . but some hurt place in me responded first.

→Seth glanced at my backup and then at me. “I . . . I wanted to talk to you.”

→“What are you doing here?” I asked, taking a few steps forward. My friends had come to an uncertain stop behind me. They all knew about my rocky state of affairs with Seth and watched me nervously.

→I came to a halt. There, standing near my car, was Seth. Even in the harsh light of the parking lamps, everything about him seemed soft and inviting. The messy hair. The way he stood with his hands in his pockets. The Flock of Seagulls shirt that I could just make out underneath his flannel coat.

→I tried to protest that, but Carter was too insistent on simply getting us all out of there. Minutes later, my teammates and I were headed out to the parking lot, still crowing over our victory and how Peter was the undisputed hero of the night.

→“Fine, fine,” said Carter, casting a glance over at Mei. She was still in her seat, trying to observe all conversations at once. “Let’s just leave now. I’ll teleport you when we’re in the parking lot.”

→“There’s still one thing you can do,” said Hugh. “One thing you have to do.”

→“What are you talking about?” exclaimed Seth, voice cracking. “Carter! You can fix this. You can fix anything. You have to save her.”

→“Of course it is!” said Cody. “Souls stay with their immortals.”

→“You’re awfully grim about this,” said Carter. “I figured there’d be a little more excitement from someone trying to win back their soul.”

→“Because it’s too tempting for me to answer with a joke about a snowball’s chance in Hell.”

→“So what do you think our odds are?” I asked.

→I wondered what they had needed to consult Carter on but doubted they’d tell me. I was also kind of amazed that I’d been so out of it this week that I hadn’t even known my legal team had been in touch with the angel. No, on second thought, I wasn’t that surprised. My misery had been pretty all-consuming.