Jordan was out of the car immediately, hands linked round the back of her neck, surveying the damage. Hennessy could tell she was horrified, and for some reason, this was great, this was perfect, this was just what Hennessy wanted. This felt much better than Jordan’s vague smile, her wild joy.

Hennessy gestured grandly. “The prize is whichever we want. Which one do you fancy?”

Jordan turned to her. “This isn’t a dream!”

“I know,” Hennessy said, “because I could control everything here.”

“Someone could be dead here.” Jordan paced and then jogged across the asphalt, ducking her head to look in at this driver and that. They all gazed at her and past her, expressions swimming.

Hennessy droned, “Asshole dies in a street race, news at eleven.”

“This isn’t a dream!”

“How about the Lambo?” Hennessy asked. “I feel like the Lambo would be the most fun.”

Jordan threw open the door of a sweet little busted-up Porsche as bright as Ronan’s sky blade. The driver was slumped over the wheel, which had crumpled in enough to press him back into his seat. His eyes looked at nothing, but it was hard to say if that was because of Bryde’s dreamt orb or because he was injured.

“I don’t want to steal cars and fuck shit up, Hennessy!” Jordan snapped, rummaging until she found the seat controls. She worked to get the seat back enough to tug the man free. Hennessy didn’t move a muscle as Jordan threw all of her weight to pull him out. “I’ve got a life here. I want to live my life. My real life. Art and growing up and not this.”

“Nice for you,” Hennessy said.

“Why the hell are you being this way?” Jordan demanded. “This is what you came all this way for? The Game?”

Hennessy looked at her as she propped the driver up against the wheel of his car and went to look at the next one. “I wish you were dead.”

This spun Jordan neat as a top. “What did you say?”

“I wish you’d died with the others,” Hennessy said. It was awful, it was terrible, her mouth wouldn’t stop saying it, her expression wouldn’t stop being scathing. “I wish you were all dead so it would just be me and I could do what I wanted. I can feel you dragging me down every second of every day. I’m so fucking tired of you.”

Jordan’s arms hung by her sides. She didn’t look mad or hurt, she just stared, standing there in the middle of all the cars pointed helter skelter.

“You came here to tell me that?”