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“Loud noise. An explosion maybe. I’m not sure. I had no idea what was going on. Didn’t realize what was happening until I got home and saw your boy John on the news beating up on that big alien guy. Citrus Ramen or whatever.”
    â€œSetrákus Ra.”
    â€œOr whatever ,” I repeat. “Anyway, I haven’t had a signal or anything since then. I’m sure she’s fine. She’s tough. Well, not really. She’s the nicest, most loving person ever. But she’s a survivor.”
    Sam looks like he wants to say something, but I’m so physically and mentally and emotionally tired that I just hold a hand up and walk away. If we keep talking about this, I’m going to break down.
    â€œDaniela—,” Sam starts.
    â€œHere, nerd,” I say, holding a granola bar I’ve just found on the ground out to him, cutting him off.
    He looks at it for a second.
    â€œWait. Why am I a nerd? Why does everyone assume that?”
    I shrug. “Just a guess. You’ve got that vibe coming off of you.”
    He looks like he’s about to protest, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes the snack. “You don’t like these?”
    â€œNo,” I lie.
    I stretch and yawn. Sam does too like it’s contagious. I’m so exhausted that I’m wondering if I could use my newfound powers to float myself back to the car where John is.
    â€œWe should head back,” Sam says. “Get some sleep. We’re no good if our energy’s zapped.”
    â€œI can’t believe I’m about to sleep in a subway car.” I wonder what Mom would say.
    â€œThere’s a whole other half of the train we haven’t gone through. We can hit it in the morning. Then we should get aboveground and see . . .”
    He doesn’t finish. I don’t ask what he’s wondering. I’ve got too many questions of my own going through my head. Too many grisly images of what might be happening on the surface.
    I shake my head. We start back the way we came.
    â€œYou were at the UN earlier?” I ask.
    â€œYeah. It was crazy.”
    â€œHow come I didn’t see you fighting?”
    â€œHey, I was doing my best,” he says. “Besides, I didn’thave these Legacies yet. And I haven’t exactly trained with guns that much.”
    â€œLegacies?” I ask. “John used that word when we were on the street. Is that what you call the telekinesis and his light-up hands?”
    â€œYeah.”
    I twist my lips a bit. “It’s kind of a dumb name. Wait—oh shit—did someone die for me to get these? Did I inherit, like, alien ghost powers? That’s messed up.”
    â€œUh, I don’t think so,” Sam says. “I mean, I think they’re passed down from those Elders I mentioned earlier for John and the Loric, but as far as we’re concerned . . .” He shrugs.
    â€œSo you don’t have any idea why we were chosen?” I ask as we step across the gap between two cars. “What’s so special about us?”
    He shakes his head, and I can tell that this has been on his mind.
    â€œMan,” he says, “I’ve been asking myself that all day. Honestly, until we met you I thought I was the only one.” His voice gets a little quieter. “I thought maybe I was being rewarded for helping the Loric.”
    â€œWell, I sure as hell wasn’t being rewarded for anything, unless this is some kind of weirdo prize for finally getting my grades up in school.” I think about this for a second. “Guess that really doesn’t matter anymore.” Harlem and the diner and my apartment seemso far away. Was I really sulking over headphones earlier today?
    â€œWhatever the reason, I’m going to use them.” Sam nods as he talks, like he’s telling me the most important thing in the world. “Now I can finally help everyone else. I won’t be stuck on the sidelines. I can