“Hiding is for girls,” said Squirrel, which just ticked Allie off.

The problem was solved when Moose confessed, “I don’t know how to hide—with me itsh all or nothing.” Apparently the finer points of skinjacking were beyond Moose.

In the end, it was agreed that they would all just skinjack a family in one fell swoop, put them to sleep, and then wake them up again once they had pulled off the interstate and were safe in some parking lot somewhere. The family would have to deal with inexplicably losing a few hours of their lives, but at least they would be closer to wherever they were going.

Milos drove, while Allie avoided looking in any mirrors, because she really didn’t want to be reminded of what she was doing. In the backseat Moose and Squirrel inhabited a pair of six-year-old twins, and wouldn’t stop bickering and picking their noses. They were clearly in their element.

They stopped just east of the city, and woke the family after they had parked, peeling out of them, and leaving them to make sense of the sudden time lapse. Allie, however lingered long enough to make her presence known in the woman’s mind, telling her that all was well, and not to worry. It was the least she could do.

Immediately upon peeling into Everlost, they felt the wind that the Nashville Afterlights had spoken of. It was a stiff breeze coming from the west. While living-world wind passed through them, barely noticed, this wind did not.

“They said it gets worse the closer we get to the river,” Squirrel said.

“I don’t like it,” said Moose.

Even Milos looked unsettled. “I have heard people say that Everlost ends at the Mississippi River, but I never believed this. Now I think maybe it is true, and this wind is a barrier keeping us back.”

“Good thing Memphis is on this side of the river, then,” said Allie curtly. She didn’t care about the wind. She didn’t care about much of anything right now. Mikey’s departure had left her numb.

So she was here. She had no address to go by, but she was resourceful. Finding her family might take some time, but she’d be able to do it. She wished that she didn’t have to do it alone, but it wasn’t Milos’s help she wanted. Milos must have know that, because here is where he said his good-bye.

“We’ll be heading north,” he told her, his voice raised against the whistling wind. “The Afterlights in Nashville heard rumors of a skinjacking girl up in Illinois.”

“Jackin’ Jill?”

“One can only hope.”

Behind them, Moose and Squirrel milled around impatiently, but Milos took his time. “I hope you find your family,” he told Allie. “And once you do, you will see things in a whole different light.” Then he kissed her hand, and turned to go.