I stood along the edge of the sidewalk, staring at my overturned bike in the yard, with a weird shifting kind of pain settling into my head. Yeah, I had every right to a headache, what with Tree Ica and other dead things coming back to life. And Callum... But this was more than that. The feeling seemed to seep into my brain, and twisted it all up into a pretzel so tightly, I fell to the grass with a low moan. What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe the stresses of this new life were ...