CHAPTER FIFTEENI didn’t sleep well that night. My dreams were full of air thick with something that was hard to see through, and when I tried to walk through it I kept getting tangled in it. Once I woke up with the sheet wrapped around my ankles.
In the morning, I slept in. I barely heard Gram leave the house, probably for groceries or something. I had another dream, a kind of dozing dream, where something was trying to get through the thick air. It was a sound.
My phone.
I nearly fell out of bed in my rush to get to it. It might be Neil.
It was! "Neil?"
"Nathan!" I could barely make out his words for the noise around him. "I have to tell you—"
"What? You have to tell me what? What’s that noise?" I could have sworn he was between two very long, speeding trains going opposite directio
