Zin was so focused on pushing Mary, she had no idea what had happened to her until she finally let go and looked around. The strange double-vision view of Graceland was gone. The chocolate flood was gone. Mary stood across the room in shock. One tourist suddenly fainted, and the other tourist screamed at the top of her lungs and ran up the stairs. The guard who had first helped Zin, now stared at Mary in disbelief.

Zin turned around to see the portal shrink down to nothing and vanish. She reached out a hand and tried to create a fresh portal back to Everlost, but the living have no such powers. She was no longer a ripper, she was just a living human girl. She knew, not just because of what she saw—and not just because it hurt when she pinched herself. She knew, because, for the first time in a hundred and fifty years, her cap fell off her head, and tumbled to the ground.

“What have you done?” Mary glared at her with such raw hatred, it chilled Zin’s newly formed blood. So Zin ran, and didn’t stop running until she was far from Graceland.

Allie had released two of her fleshies, one fainting in shock, the other screaming as she ran, but Allie held on to the guard, keeping a close eye on Mary. Mary’s hair was wild, her green dress wrinkled, and she was out of breath from the ordeal. Mary Hightower, out of breath! What a wonderful concept! Allie couldn’t contain her smile.

A tour guide raced down, responding to all the commotion. He didn’t even see the tourist who had passed out behind a zebra-skin couch. “What’s going on here, Candace?”

“Don’t worry,” said Allie, feeling authoritative in her guard uniform. “I’ll take care of this. Go find out what that woman was screaming about.”

“Who are you?” Mary demanded once the tour guide was gone.

“Don’t you recognize me, Mary? It’s your good friend Allie the Outcast—although it looks like you’re the one who’s out-cast now.” Then Allie realized something with far too much glee. “Now that you’re here—alive and all— there’s something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.” Then Allie reached back, curled her fleshie’s right hand into a fist, and swung it toward Mary with all her might.

This was one strong fleshie!

The punch connected with Mary’s eye so hard, that Mary’s entire body spun around, and she collapsed into a leopard chair. Allie’s knuckles hurt, but it was a good kind of pain.

“My eye!” wailed Mary. “Oh! My eye.”