She had memories. Like old predigital photographs curled with age. She looked at them and understood them. But they weren’t really hers. They belonged to Taylor. She was Taylor, but she was not that Taylor.

  A random spot in the desert. No one.

  A wrecked train. No one.

  A field of artichokes. Worms seethed from the ground, touched her, and retreated.

  What. Am. I?

  Taylor saw that someone was following her, but not someone she could quite see.

  No one could move like Taylor. But he could.

  She bounced to the ruined ghost town by the mine shaft. He bounced with her.

  What. Are. You? Invisible bouncer?

  She had an idea then. She bounced twelve times instantaneously, spending only a half second in each place.

  He was there.

  Following her.


Light, Chapter 20