i want a little more room , but you being comfortable is the most important feature i 'll be looking for . '' '' whatever , '' i said as a flight attendant walked by and asked if there was anything she could get us . we both declined , but she slipped nate a piece of paper . there had always been times in my life when i felt
invisible

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

they built these boats too well . an idea hit her . she wiggled forward on her hands and feet until she knelt directly below the drawer . no more dozen attempts . she leaned down to the floor then burst upward , her head smashing through the bottom of the drawer . the pain caused her to see stars as various objects rained down on her , including broken parts of the
drawer