“No signal. No signal,” Allie is muttering to herself as she types on the phone. “Please let the text go through.” “Allie? What are you doing here?” I moan. I’m covered in a wet tablecloth. I look around the room. There’s a stand-up flashlight and Allie’s phone casts the blue glow. I look at Amy. She’s breathing steadily, slumped at a weird angle. “C’mon, Chase. C’mon.” She’s muttering under her breath. Bzzzz. “Yes!” she gasps. Then she looks at me. “Oh, God, Carrie. Chase knows I found you now. We’re getting you—” she looks at Amy “—and her out of here.” My head feels like someone put it in a spin-dry machine. “What are you doing here?” She reaches up and touches my head. If feels like one big rug burn. I lift my hand to the top of my head. It’s like I have a big Brillo pad up there. “What happened to my hair? Why were you in that hole in the wall? What do you mean, Chase knows I’m here? Allie, what is happening!” My voice goes high with hysteria.
