With nothing else to do, Aine headed back to the street. The light above the bus stop threw flickering shadows over the bench and its two new occupants. The pair of teenage girls surveyed their surroundings with wide eyes and nervous, drunk giggles.

Aine checked his watch and the faded bus stop schedule. It claimed another bus would stop within the hour. Would Tom come back to catch it? Bayard claimed Tom was predictable, and did things the same way, but with his abilities it ...