Which is how Clark wound up driving, with Voltan and I crammed and jammed inside his body, my friends in the back seat. Seemed like, so long as we were in sight of each other, our souls were sort of like magnets, all of us connected, three peas in a Prius hybrid. I mean, none of us were heading back to Arby’s, and we were all heading to Chaz’s, so my seemed like seemed likely so.
“How was death?” I said to my body-mate.
“Not at all what I expected.”
“Uh huh,” I replied knowingly. “Join the club.”
“How was living with Clark?”
“Not at all what I expected.”
“Uh huh,” he replied. “Join the club.”
“Speaking of Clark,” I said. “Why exactly is he here? All we needed was you.”
He paused before answering. One of us craned the neck we were sharing and aimed it Clark’s way. Clark quickly look
