"Emilia," Luca says, "I've been calling you all night."

I glance around. My fellow passengers - who'd all seemed happy enough to ignore the girl on the floor with the giant cheeseburger - are starting to notice that the one and only Luca Fontaine is standing in front of them. A couple of them pull out their cell phones as I scramble to my feet.

"I have to go to Atlanta," I tell him. "I have to figure out what's going on with Javy."

He's still frowning. ...