nix and claire and nothing . that was when claire realized they were standing in a cemetery . it should n't have mattered . nothing did , but the second she caught the name on the closest tombstone , claire 's brain switched back on . evan sykes . eleven . even though claire did n't care about the real world , even though she was n't a part of it , even though the fade was her world now - she could n't help reading the words on the
tombstone

someone was playing a game of space invaders on an arcade machine . '' i 'm retired , '' he said . i kept at him-patiently repeating all the details i knew . the tv screen was behind him , and i confess that i love the movie the breakfast club and it was a little distracting . i do n't get why i love the
movie

gripping the handle of a wooden bat , he now moved much slower , holding it with delicacy . he lifted his hands high above his head and brought the bat down with a crash upon the computer , denting it down the middle and shutting off the monitor for good . unsatisfied , he swung a second time , and then a third . sweating , breathing tightly and heavily , he finally let go of the
bat