I WAS BLIND. I REMEMBERED the crack my head had made when it hit the ground. Something inside my brain had gotten loose or torn or broken. “Mac?” I twisted toward the familiar sound of Jason’s voice. I hadn’t completely lost my sight, I realized. I could still see shades of darkness and patches of shadow that seemed to move. “Mac? Say something!” Serena’s face filled my field of vision, the whites of her eyes glinting in the dark. I wasn’t blind: the lights in the square had just gone out. I felt like an idiot. “Where’s Kyle?” I had to swallow twice before I could get the words out. Neither Serena nor Jason answered as they helped me to my feet. Shouts echoed in the crowd. In the distance, flashlight beams cut through the darkness. People began to panic. “It’s sabotage!” someone yelled. “It’s not sabotage!” shouted someone else. “The generators just overheated.” “It’s the RfW!” “It’s the National Guard!” Their reactions didn’t make sense.
