Tess ran to her brother; no sense of self-preservation there, either, thought Jaime. But Jaime was here, on an abandoned island, wandering around a ghost house, a house likely surrounded by bears and who knows what else, so he had to wonder about himself, too. He tucked a finger into his left front pocket, where Ono was dozing.

“We’re okay, Ono,” he muttered.

“Oh no,” said Ono.

“Not helping,” said Jaime.

Jaime came up behind the twins, looked over their heads into what was once an auditorium. The rows of seats had collapsed—or had been crushed—and layers of dirt and dust were thick on the floor.

“What kind of performances did they have here, do you think?” Tess said.

“Hamlet,” said Jaime, backing away. He kept walking down the hallway until he reached the back door, still intact. The wood and the walls here were pockmarked with small tidy holes. He ran his hands across the divots. Then, he opened the door to look at the other side, where the holes were ringed with spiky shards of wood. What could have made these kinds of holes?

Oh no.

“Okay!” said Jaime. “This isn’t the hospital. Let’s get out of here.”

“I want to look upstairs for a minute,” Theo said.

Jaime pointed to the holes in the door. “I can’t be sure, but I think these are bullet holes.” He showed them the outside of the door, where the holes were splintered. “The guns were shot from the inside.”

Theo examined the holes. “Those could have been shot decades ago.”

“What’s your point?” said Jaime.

“That whatever the people were shooting at is surely gone,” Theo answered.

“How do you know that?” Jaime said.

The twins were quiet for a moment, then said, at exactly the same time, “You’re right. Let’s go.”

They didn’t run out of the house exactly, but they didn’t walk, either. And they weren’t as careful in the woods outside, stumbling and tripping over curbs hidden in the undergrowth and vines that snaked along the ground. When it seemed safe to do it, Jaime turned to take one last look at the house.

And he saw a face in the upstairs window.

He shuffled backward and fell, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“Jaime!” said Tess. “Are you okay?”

“I saw a—” Jaime began, but when he pointed at the house, at the window where the face had been, there was nothing.

“A bear,” he said. “I saw a bear.”

“Very funny,” said Tess, holding out a hand. He took it and she helped him to his feet. He checked the windows of the house one last time, but they were as vacant as they had been when they had first approached the house.

He was losing his mind.

“Let’s look at the map again. Try to figure out which of these buildings is most likely the hospital,” said Jaime.