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The
driver
drove
at
reckless
speeds
,
through
towns
and
cities
,
the
heavy
rain
obscuring
most
of
the
view
.
Lights
and
buildings
were
warped
and
watery
,
like
something
out
of
a
drug-induced
hallucination
.
At
one
point
people
outside
rushed
the
bus
,
their
clothes
ratty
,
hair
matted
to
their
heads
,
strange
sores
like
those
Thomas
had
seen
on
the
woman
covering
their
terrified
faces
.
They
pounded
on
the
sides
of
the
vehicle
as
if
they
wanted
to
get
on
,
wanted
to
escape
whatever
horrible
lives
they
were
living
.
The
bus
never
slowed
.
Teresa
remained
silent
next
to
Thomas
.
He
finally
got
up
enough
nerve
to
speak
to
the
woman
sitting
across
the
aisle
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
he
asked
,
not
sure
how
else
to
pose
it
.
The
woman
looked
over
at
him
.
Wet
,
black
hair
hung
in
strings
around
her
face
.
Dark
eyes
full
of
sorrow
.
"
That
's
a
very
long
story
.
"
The
woman
's
voice
came
out
much
kinder
than
Thomas
had
expected
,
giving
him
hope
that
she
truly
was
a
friend
--
that
all
of
their
rescuers
were
friends
.
Despite
the
fact
that
they
'd
run
over
a
woman
in
cold
blood
.
"
Please
,
"
Teresa
said
.
"
Please
tell
us
something
.
"
The
woman
looked
back
and
forth
between
Thomas
and
Teresa
,
then
let
out
a
sigh
.
"
It
'll
take
a
while
before
you
get
your
memories
back
,
if
ever
--
we
're
not
scientists
,
we
have
no
idea
what
they
did
to
you
,
or
how
they
did
it
.
"
Thomas
's
heart
dropped
at
the
thought
of
maybe
having
lost
his
memory
forever
,
but
he
pressed
on
.
"
Who
are
they
?
"
he
asked
.
"
It
started
with
the
sun
flares
,
"
the
woman
said
,
her
gaze
growing
distant
.
"
What
--
"
Teresa
began
,
but
Thomas
shushed
her
.
