“It’s not Mosquitoes,” she says. “This warning means something has tripped the alarms on the ground. Someone or something is coming. I should go check it out.”

“Who will it be?” I ask, but as I do, the avatar of my sister fades away.

Someone or something is coming.

“Someone is coming,” I say aloud, and then walk up to the receptionist once again.

“Welcome to the Purgatory Hotel. Don’t let the name fool you; it’s a great place to stay. Would you like to check in?”

“Yes,” I tell the NPC.

“Oh, it seems we already have you on our books, Mr. Kane, but please continue to enjoy the amenities of the …” The receptionist looks around, sees that no one is watching, and leans in close. “Get out, Mr. Kane! Get out while you still can!”

Get out.

Someone is coming.

The voice in my head is trying to tell me something, trying to scream at me.

Get out. Get out. Get out.

I turn and face the door of the Purgatory Hotel.

Get out.

Once you’re in there, get out quickly.

Molly said that.

Molly said that before she died and came to Purgatory.

Get out quickly.

“I have to get out,” I say to myself. “I have to get out of here. Someone’s coming. Someone is coming. Igby is coming!”

And memories rush back to me.

Pod and Pander and Igby and Sam and Akimi.

And Kina.

I don’t know how, but somehow my friends know we’re in trouble, and they’re coming for us.

I run to the bar, where Malachai sways slowly, alone on the dance floor. I grab him and drag him toward the lobby.

“Hey, Luka, relax.”

“Hurry,” I say, pulling him along with me. I can feel the memories fading again, feel them trying to drift away on undulating waves, but I hold Kina’s face in my mind.

“What are you doing?” Malachai asks, a note of irritation in his voice.

I stop at the double doors and turn to him.

“They’re coming for us, Malachai,” I say. “Pander and Pod and Igby, all of them. They’re coming to find the Missing, and when they do they’ll be taken into Purgatory, and you can’t leave Purgatory.”

“Pander …” Malachai says, recognition in his eyes, “and Igby … oh my god, Wren! Luka, what have we done? We have to go.”

“Surely you’re not leaving our little community?” Dr. Price’s voice comes from behind us.

“Why the fuck are you always creeping up on me?” I ask.

“I’m terribly sorry,” the doctor replies, smiling, “but I couldn’t help overhearing you two talking about leaving.”

“That’s right,” Malachai says, his voice still dreamy, but there’s a note of determination in it now.

“But, gentlemen, I thought we’d discussed this. Nothing good can come of leaving this sanctuary.”

“But they’re coming for us,” I say.