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softly up into the air ten feet or so, staring out across the desert. “Hey, Rex, could they have made this happen?”
    “The darklings? Maybe.”
    “But it was daylight when it happened, Rex,” Jessica said. “How could the darklings do anything? Aren’t they, like, frozen during regular time?”
    Rex nodded slowly. “Yeah, frozen. And buried deep in the desert to escape the sun. But still… maybe.” He shrugged.
    Jessica sighed. She didn’t know which was freakier, the complete rupture of time itself or Rex acting like he didn’t know everything.
    The way he’d changed was hard to pin down. On the one hand, he moved with much more confidence, like he was stronger, no longer afraid of the daylight world. But at the same time he could seem sort of dislocated, as if Earth was a new planet to him and every passing car something astonishing to behold.
    At times like this she missed the old Rex, who could be depended on to at least pretend like he knew what was happening.
    What if they were stuck here? What if this really was the end of regular time, at least for the five of them? What were they supposed to do? Spend the rest of their lives scavenging for canned food and being hunted nonstop by the darklings?
    The secret hour was magical, but it could also be a trap; Jessica had already experienced enough since moving to Bixby to understand that. If they really were stuck here, she would never see her parents or sister again, except as pale, waxen statues—stiffs. She would never talk to anyone again except the other four midnighters or feel the sun on her face.
    And she would never…
    “Oh, jeez, would you knock it off, Jessica!” Melissa cried. “You’re bumming me out, and I think something’s happening.”
    Jessica felt a hot flush rising in her face. “Were you reading my mind?”
    Melissa sighed. “It’s not like I have a choice. Just chill out for a second. The darklings are doing something….” Her eyes closed, her expression changing from concentration to puzzlement, then suddenly to alarm. “Flyboy! Get down!” she shouted.
    Jessica spun around and saw Jonathan hovering eight feet or so in the air. He had been bouncing up and down with nervous energy, still thinking of this extra blue time as an invitation to fly to his heart’s content.
    He waved his arms uselessly, still drifting softly upward, powerless to change his course. Falling that far wouldn’t be fatal, but the parking lot’s asphalt surface was hard enough to twist an ankle or break a leg.
    Above him the dark moon was dropping, sweeping across the sky faster than a second hand. The sun peeked out from behind it, a cold and lifeless eye against darkness.
    As she ran toward him, Jessica remembered her lessons from flying and from physics class. Jonathan’s midnight touch made things almost weightless, but the rest of the laws of motion still applied. If she could throw something heavy up to him, and he caught it while it was headed downward, its momentum would carry him quickly back toward earth.
    But Jessica’s backpack was still in the gym, and she didn’t have anything heavier than loose change in her pockets.
    All she could use was her own body.
    She ran three steps and leapt up onto the hood of the car nearest him, then jumped from it toward Jonathan’s dangling feet. Her fingers grasped his ankle, giving it a yank earthward.
    She expected lightness to flow into her, Jonathan’s midnight gravity to take the sting out of her fall. But Jessica still felt heavy, tumbling like a brick toward the asphalt.
    Then she realized that she wasn’t touching Jonathan’s skin, only the leg of his jeans. With only seconds before they hit the earth, there was no way to reach up to his bare hands, to share his acrobat’s weightlessness. She was dragging him down too fast.
    Jessica let go… and the ground rushed up.
    The blue time ended just as she hit, the Oklahoma sun suddenly blinding as she stumbled across hot, black asphalt. One