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forth between our worlds. And now you seem to be stuck here. But you can’t stay in this reality. You don’t belong.”
    â€œThen why don’t you leave?” I shot back.
    All this talk about parallel worlds was starting to give me the creeps.
    â€œYou don’t belong,” he repeated. “And you … you can do a lot of damage.”
    I swallowed hard. “Huh? What do you mean?”
    â€œYou are from another world. You can’t just barge in and interfere with our world. You are dangerous. You are an Intruder. That’s what we call people like you.”
    An Intruder?
    â€œIntruders are very dangerous,” my twin continued. “Even if they don’t mean to be. Sometimes when they touch things, they change them. Sometimes they destroy things completely.”
    â€œOkay. I get it,” I said. “I’m an Intruder. If I touch something, I destroy it.”
    â€œYou believe me?” he asked.
    â€œYes,” I replied.
    I crossed the room and grabbed him with both hands.
    â€œGoodbye!” I shouted. “Goodbye!”

He jumped up and shoved me away. “Nice try,” he muttered. “But you can’t control it. You can’t just grab people and destroy them any time you want.”
    He glared at me angrily. He balled his hands into fists. “Don’t ever try anything like that again,” he said.
    And then he lowered his voice. “But there isn’t much point in worrying about you. You’re going to die in a day or two.”
    â€œYou’re crazy,” I muttered, breathing hard. I balled my hands into fists, too. I was ready to fight again if I had to.
    â€œHaven’t you already started to feel the pain?” he asked. “The pain of being in a world where you don’t belong? Intruders always feel more and more pain.”
    I swallowed hard. The headaches? The powerful, stabbing headaches I’d had this afternoon? Is that what he was talking about?
    No way. Everyone gets headaches from time to time.
    â€œAnd when the pain becomes unbearable, Intruders start to fade away,” my twin continued. “They get lighter and lighter …. They fade until you can see right through them … lighter and lighter … until they blow away like a dead leaf.”
    â€œNooooo!” A scream of protest burst from my throat. “You’re crazy! You’re a liar!”
    A crooked smile spread slowly over my twin’s face. “You’ll see,” he murmured.
    â€œNo!” I shouted again. “No—you’ll see!”
    I lowered my shoulder and rammed right into him, shoving him hard. He let out a startled cry and toppled onto the bed.
    By the time he regained his feet, I had the bedroom door open and burst out into the hall.
    â€œMom! Mom—help me!” I shouted, running to the stairs.
    I leaped down the stairs, two at a time. “Mom! Where are you?”
    I ran through the house, calling for her. Back to the gym. Down to the family room. No sign of her.
    I peered into the garage. Her car was gone. She must have gone out, I realized.
    My heart pounding, I ran out onto the driveway. I’ve got to get away from here, I decided. I’ve got to get away and think.
    I took off, running across front lawns. It was a hot, smoggy L.A. night. The air felt heavy and wet. I was already sweating. My shoes thudded over the perfectly trimmed lawns.
    A Jeep rolled past, music blaring out the window. Its headlights rolled over me as it passed.
    Normal. Everything normal.
    Max’s house came into view on the other side of the long, low hedges. Maybe Max is home, I thought. Maybe I’ll stop in and see what’s up with him. Try to talk to him. Maybe he can help me figure out what’s really going on.
    I ducked through the spot in the hedge that I always use. The backyard was dark. One terrace light on at the garage. The house was dark, too.
    No one home, I decided. I wiped