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they were bad guys who had tried to lock us up for reasons we
didn’t understand, but it seemed wrong to be making a joke that I could have done this.
    Ed was searching Knife Man’s pockets, over by the bar. I crouched down again and felt inside Broken Nose’s jacket.
    ‘What are you looking for?’ Nico asked impatiently.
    ‘Something that will explain who these men are, why they took us and why they’ve been killed.’ Ed glanced over at me. ‘Are you all right, Ketty?’
    ‘Let’s get out of here,’ Nico insisted. ‘Whoever killed these men could come back any moment.’
    Ed nodded. ‘Okay, just a sec.’ He’d retrieved Knife Man’s wallet and was looking through the various sections inside.
    ‘Come on, Ed, we should go,’ I said. ‘Will you make remote contact with Cal and Dylan and tell them to meet us outside the green door on the far side of the church?’
    ‘Why?’ Ed got to his feet. ‘What’s so important about that door?’
    ‘Ketty recognised it from her vision . . .’ Nico explained, ‘. . . eventually.’
    I ignored this dig and we set off. Another time Ed might have asked more about my vision – and why Nico was being so mean – but, right now, he was preoccupied with the two men we
were leaving behind.
    ‘I wish we understood what those guys were after,’ Ed said. ‘Something about this whole set-up doesn’t make sense.’
    ‘We shouldn’t get distracted,’ Nico said. ‘Whatever those men wanted with us, it doesn’t matter now.’
    ‘How do we work out what does or doesn’t matter, Nico?’ I said quietly.
    Nico shook his head. He said nothing.
    I bit my lip. Why was it so hard for me and Nico to communicate at the moment?
    The road curved around slightly and Dylan and Cal came into view. They were already outside the green door of the church. Even from this distance I could see the massive look of relief on
Cal’s face as he caught sight of me. It struck me that Nico, despite supposedly being my actual boyfriend, hadn’t yet bothered to check if I was properly okay. I mean, I know I’d
only been separated from him for a few minutes in the end, but still . . .
    As we reached the green door, Cal pulled me into a big hug.
    ‘Are you all right, Ketts?’ he said, his voice full of emotion.
    ‘I’m fine,’ I said, hugging him back.
    ‘Have you had any more visions about what’s behind this door?’ Dylan asked.
    I hesitated, thinking about the cold passageway, the pain in my leg and the bright light. ‘Yes, but nothing that really makes sense,’ I said.
    ‘I think Ketty should rest before we do anything else,’ Ed said firmly. ‘Cal needs to sleep too. He flew for hours and hours and—’
    ‘I’m fine,’ I said quickly.
    ‘Me too,’ Cal added.
    Ed looked at Nico, appealing for support, but Nico shook his head.
    ‘We need to keep going.’ He held out his hands in front of the door. It was large and wooden, with brass rivets. Close to, it was obvious that not only was the green paint chipped
and peeling, but the wood underneath was rotting as well. ‘Before I open this door,’ Nico went on, ‘everyone needs to be prepared. We don’t exactly know what’s on the
other side, but we have to assume it’s something to do with the Medusix drug. This church looks run-down. It could be a meeting place, or even a production area where people come to work. We
can’t be too careful.’
    ‘So what’s your plan for when we’re inside?’ Cal asked.
    Nico turned to me. ‘Any chance of you seeing into the next few minutes for us?’
    I stared at him. He knew how hard it was for me to have a vision when I felt tense and anxious. I’d just been shoved in a cupboard by two angry men who, in turn, had been brutally
killed. These were not good conditions for me to foresee anything.
    ‘No,’ I muttered, my face burning. ‘I’m too stressed to have a vision right now.’
    Dylan rolled her eyes. It felt like the last straw.
    ‘What’s your problem,