Katelina woke hours later to find the plane stationary and everyone asleep. Though she couldn't see outside, she knew the sun was burning in the sky.

She reached over Jorick's slouched form and laid her hand on the window shutter. The sun had always been a concern for Jorick and her friends, but she'd never feared it. Now, sliding the window back could mean death. Not the kind of death she'd been through already, but real, total, death. The kind that there was no coming back ...