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getting harder to ignore, when there are aliens obliterating entire buildings in front of me. When I’ve seen everything that I’ve witnessed in the last few hours. And as I look back and lock eyes with Sam—his expression frantic, veins bulging in his face and neck—I know I can’t abandon these two. It’s not what Mom would want me to do.
    Besides, I owe them one.
    I raise my hands above my head, pushing up with my telekinesis. I can feel a little bit of give in the cement as my strength is added to theirs. The pounding in my head comes back, and I bite my lip, trying to ignore it.
    John takes a few rasping breaths as he moves forward, until all three of us are standing close together. Behind him, some of the tunnel—or, more likely, the whole street above—falls with a splash.
    â€œWalk . . . walk backwards.” Dude sounds like he’sabout to pass out. “Let it go . . . slowly.”
    We go one step at a time, trying to keep the tunnel reinforced with our telekinesis. It’s heavy at first, but with every move it gets worse. Almost unbearable. My arms get all wobbly. My brain feels like it’s going to explode.
    â€œShit, shit, shit,” I keep repeating.
    John whispers some kind of encouragement, but I’m concentrating so hard on not getting crushed that I hardly hear him. I glance over at Sam, who looks like he’s having just as bad a time as me. We keep walking, little by little, letting bits of the tunnel fall when we’re a safe distance away. At some point, it actually starts to feel easier. I think my mind muscles must have suddenly bulked up before I realize that we’re just finally getting far enough into the tunnels that we’ve managed to outrun the collapse.
    Finally, we can stop holding up the ceiling. When I let go, I feel sick. I’ve totally overexerted myself. I take a few shaky steps to the side of the tunnel and lean against it. The last bit of lunch in my stomach comes up, splashing in the filthy water at my feet.
    John takes a few steps towards me. As shitty as I feel, he looks even worse. Sam’s by his side in a flash, struggling to hold the guy up.
    â€œOh man, is he dying?” I ask.
    â€œHowever much ceiling we were holding, he wasprobably carrying four times as much,” Sam replies. “Help me with him.”
    I hesitate for a moment, trying to make sure that I’m not going to collapse, before I pull John’s arm over my shoulder, the duffel bag butting up against his side. He’s sweaty and gross and I try not to grimace—or think about how gross I probably am by now too.
    â€œHe just saved my life,” I murmur.
    â€œYeah,” Sam says. “He does that kinda thing a lot.”
    We only get a few steps farther into the tunnel before John’s flashlight hands turn off. Then he goes slack.
    â€œOh fuck, he’s dead,” I say.
    â€œNo,” Sam corrects me. “He’s just passed out. Why would you say that?”
    â€œI don’t know! This morning I didn’t even know there were aliens, jeez.”
    We trudge on. The tunnel is dark, but I manage to take out my phone and turn the flashlight on, which lets us see a little ways in front of us. At least the collapse must have scared off all the rats. It’s a small miracle.
    John weighs a ton, and if it weren’t for our combined strength, I doubt Sam or I would be able to drag him far. But we do, somehow. We pass what I think is the Spring Street station. It’s hard to tell because the station platform is completely caved in as well. Destroyed. I don’t say anything when we pass by it, just shake myhead and focus on keeping my legs moving.
    â€œDo you have any idea where we are?” Sam asks a few minutes later.
    â€œUhhh . . .” I try to envision subway maps in my head. “Maybe under Little Italy? Or Chinatown? I think the Canal Street station is