I ignored the Enforcers. Blocked out Quaid's cold, angry words to them. Felt myself guided into the front seat of the family van. Accepted the hands belting me in. Held myself rigid and still, telling myself as long as I kept everything together things would be fine, just fine, Alison would be...

Fine.

But she wasn't fine. Not from the aching energy of Galleytrot's power, the subtle hum of him like a gathering rainstorm. Not from the gentle way Quaid held my hand after ...