Epilogue

I don't feel like going much into detail.

Even a month after the escape, I still feel run over by a truck. That was an event I hope will never happen again.

Also, I seem to have developed a new power: While flying one night, I discovered I was cruising at a hundred miles an hour. Because in ten minutes, I was hovering above Daytona Beach- which was four hours away from my house by car.

I also found out that Max has a similar power- but enough about me. I'll tell you how she's doing.

Max and Fang are back together, apparently. And Fang started (or is he finishing?) a blog.

On this blog, he writes about his life to anyone who will listen. Tonight, I read that the flock moved to the desert or something.

Mom offered them to stay here, of course. They accepted the invitation, but then ran away in the middle of the night.

They left a brief note-

Thank you for everything, but we can't stay in one spot. There are still dangerous people out there, wishing harm upon us. We'll visit, though.

-The Flock

It was hard, losing my grandparents a second time. Yet, it is better to know they are alive than to hide in a shadow of doubt. And besides, Thanksgiving is almost here. They said they'd visit.

Right?

I hear a rap on the window and sit up straight, startled.

A boy is hovering there.

"Fang?" I cautiously whisper.

"No," he says back through the glass. "Dylan."

We stare at each other.

"I'm looking for Max," he says.

Oh, great. Here we go again…