The room was dark but Aaron could see the vague outline of a figure on the bed curled into a ball with its arms covering its head. He flipped the light on.
Keeley was wearing a prom dress and her school uniform was folded on an armchair beneath her backpack. However she got here, they must have snatched her on her way home. Her father must be worried sick.
"No! The sun is getting closer; it's going to fry me! Mercury already crashed into the vines and burned them up," she rambled deliriously, shrinking into an even tighter ball.
Aaron heaved a sigh of relief that she was conscious and able to speak, even if she was completely off her rocker. What had they given her?
He turned the light back off but turned on the one in the bathroom and left the door open a crack so he could see at least a little. Loosening his tie, which was close to choking him because he was out of breath, he slumped onto the edge of the bed next to her.
