I try to figure out how I can find Reena. I could go back to Middleton Place, but I have no idea how to return to Earth, so I close my eyes and call out to Reena in my mind. Carson was big on telepathy, meaning she was always trying to get me to guess what number she was thinking of. It worked, like, twice, and she was convinced we were cosmically in sync. I laughed it off—especially since I guessed the number wrong ninety percent of the time. The thing is, since I died, nothing seems impossible. Who knows? Maybe I can summon Reena. It’s worth a shot. I spend ten minutes sitting cross-legged on my bed with my fingers in little “okay symbols” like I’ve seen people do in yoga class. I half expect Reena to pop into my room out of thin air. But . . . nothing. Finally losing interest, I flop backward and stare at the ceiling. I want to call up a memory, let my mind go to Nick, but Thatcher intrudes. Solus means so much to him, and yet it’s denied to him—all because someone wouldn’t let him go.
