Six weeks. My stomach feels like I swallowed lead weights. ‘Could he instruct the other doctor during surgery? You know, to work as his hands?’

‘She’s not a surgeon. Besides, no one wants to be known as Doc’s minion. Bad for your health, you know.’

‘Yeah, I noticed.’ I chew on my lip as I think. I can’t come up with anything to do except go back with the bad news. What are we going to do now? Doc was our one shining hope for both Paige and Raffe.

The entrance door opens, and Dum walks in. ‘Hey, I saw your mom. Told her your sister was in the grove and that you’d be going there in a minute too.’

‘Thanks. Does she seem all right?’

‘She was pretty excited. Gave me a hug and a kiss,’ says Dum.

‘Really?’ I ask. ‘Do you know how long it’s been since she’s given me a hug and a kiss?’

‘Well, yeah, a lot of women find that they can’t resist my charms. They’re all over me for any excuse they can find.’ He takes a swig of pee-green Gatorade as if he thought that was sexy.

I walk to the door, trying to figure out if there’s anything I can do other than head back to the grove with the bad news. When I put my hand on the doorknob, something strange happens that makes me pause.

The skin on the back of my neck prickles before my conscious mind knows that anything is wrong.

Running footsteps pound past the other side of the door.

Then the people in the waiting room huddle together like scared sheep, looking up with frightened eyes.

Someone screams outside.

‘What now?’ asks Dee. His voice is full of dread, like something is telling him to huddle up and hide too.

There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to open the door, but the twins pull it open to see what’s going on.

Outside, everything looks quiet and still. Junk is all over the place – overturned desks, chairs every which way, clothes, blankets.

As my eyes adjust to the dark, though, I realize the piles of clothes strewn about the lawn are actually people. It’s hard to tell with the bits missing.

Not bits as in bite marks, bits as in limbs. Some are missing heads too.

A woman runs from a car. A shadowy figure the size of a wolf chases her.

A couple standing in the shadows on a walkway jump and yelp in surprise as something else – or more accurately, several something elses – slink out of the darkness from the overhang above them and grab their hair.

Then, as if a signal has been given, shadows leap out of the night throughout the campus.

I catch a glimpse of one of them as someone lights it with a flashlight beam. It’s a hellion.