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"
No
?
Why
not
?
"
She
looked
up
at
him
with
that
fey
expression
.
"
I
'm
scared
.
"
He
put
his
hand
on
her
head
.
"
Scared
?
Honey
,
what
for
?
You
're
not
scared
of
the
plane
,
are
you
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
I
'm
scared
of
.
Daddy
,
I
dreamed
we
were
at
Gage
's
funeral
and
the
funeral
man
opened
his
coffin
and
it
was
empty
.
Then
I
dreamed
I
was
home
and
I
looked
in
Gage
's
crib
and
that
was
empty
too
.
But
there
was
dirt
in
it
.
"
Lazarus
,
come
forth
.
For
the
first
time
in
months
he
remembered
the
dream
he
had
had
after
Pascow
's
death
--
the
dream
,
and
then
waking
up
to
find
his
feet
dirty
and
the
foot
of
the
bed
caked
with
pine
needles
and
muck
.
The
hairs
at
the
nape
of
his
neck
stirred
.
"
Just
dreams
,
"
he
said
to
Ellie
,
and
his
voice
sounded
,
to
his
ears
at
least
,
perfectly
normal
.
"
They
'll
pass
.
"
"
I
wish
you
were
coming
with
us
,
"
she
said
,
"
or
that
we
were
staying
here
.
Can
we
stay
,
Daddy
?
Please
?
I
do
n't
want
to
go
to
Grandma
and
Grandda
's
...
I
just
want
to
go
back
to
school
.
Okay
?
"
"
Just
for
a
little
while
,
Ellie
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
've
got
"
--
he
swallowed
--
"
a
few
things
to
do
here
,
and
then
I
'll
be
with
you
.
We
can
decide
what
to
do
next
.
"
