But what other choice did they have? This T had been their savior since this strange time change occurred. Sammie didn’t know if she trusted T… But Vaughn still did. Vaughn trusted T, and Sammie trusted Vaughn. So if he thought this insane plan had any hope... She would try to hope, too. They were silent as they walked down the Dead Road. Sammie fidgeted with her mask, newly re-tied around her eyes. Suddenly it felt too loose, too much like it would fall off just by thinking about it. She wanted it to disguise her eyes for as long as she could, until… They stopped where the Dead Road met up with the rest of the festival. Vaughn opened his mouth to say something, than closed it. What could he say? What could she have said to make this any better? Any less frightening? She couldn’t say goodbye. What if it really was goodbye? What if they separated, and he never found her? What if Jameson put her to death instead of arresting her?
