What could GROB have to tell her? That Ashley hadn’t been sick at all? Or that she had something more serious wrong with her, like HIV/AIDS or MS? Or—and now Diana knew she was being paranoid—that she’d been exposed to some highly contagious viral infection or deadly toxin that would panic the public. And what did Pam, aka PWNED, have to do with all of this? Diana’s mind churned the possibilities. She took a pill and finally fell asleep. But an hour later she was awake again, bathed in anxiety. She’d been dreaming that she had to pack her clothes and meet Ashley at the airport, only she couldn’t find her suitcases, then she couldn’t find Ashley’s car. She fell back to sleep, only to wake up terrified by the kind of mountain-climbing nightmare she hadn’t had for months. The next morning she felt more exhausted than she had when she’d gone to bed. Before Ashley left for work, she insisted that Diana take her GPS tracker, loaded with the coordinates of her destination.
