“No way!” said Allie.

“It’s true, it’s true,” said Squirrel, “but it was a pain in the neck, ’cause it could only drive on roads that don’t exist no more.”

“Jill would be the one to pass on messages to the living. She was best at convincing the living that the message was real.” Milos looked off, caught in the memory. “Then, one day we woke up, and Jill was gone, along with the car and all of our finest things—and she even stole things from the vapor of Afterlights that had taken us in. There were many, and they were all furious.”

“Yeah, yeah—they thought we had done it. We had to skinjack our way to safety. Lucky there were some fleshies around.”

“Jackin’ Jill took everything worth taking,” said Moose. “Everything! But we’re gonna find her. And when we do …“He smashed his fist into his palm.

“I’m sorry,” Allie said to Milos, with a level of compassion that made Mikey sick.

“Serves them right!” Mikey said. “It’s what you get for being greedy.”

Allie threw him a disapproving glare. “You of all people shouldn’t talk about greed!”

When she turned her eyes back to Milos they were all sympathetic again, and Mikey just couldn’t stand it. He stood up and strode away.

“Where are you going?” Allie asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe I’ll catch up with Jackin’ Jill.”

Allie started after Mikey, but snared herself on a barbed wire fence that, for reasons unknown, had crossed into Everlost. A sharp steel barb tore a deep gash on her arm that felt momentarily weird before it zipped itself closed. By the time she looked up, Mikey was gone.

“Let him go,” said Milos, coming up behind her. “Clearly he has … what is that expression?‘Skeletons in his closet.’ “

“Yeah, and bats in his belfry,” Allie said.

Milos looked at her, puzzled. “This expression I do not know.”

“Never mind,” she said, not wanting to get into it. Mikey’s temper tantrums had gotten fewer and further between, but they never went away completely. His moodiness always surfaced in the company of other Afterlights. Social skills were never his strong point. As for “skeletons in his closet,” that implied he had secrets Allie didn’t know— but she knew all his secrets, didn’t she?

“Whatever bee he’s got in his bonnet, he’ll get over it,” Allie said.

Milos smiled. “Bats in belfries, bees in bonnets—this is why I love English.”

Allie turned to return to their campsite on the highway, but then Milos said something that stopped her.

“You know … I could teach you things.”

She slowly turned back to him. “What do you mean?”

Milos sauntered closer to her, hands in his pockets. “If you came skinjacking with us, there are many things I could teach you. Skinjacking is more than just climbing inside fleshies and putting them to sleep.”