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She narrowed her eyes.
    â€œYou don’t know?”
    Zack frowned. “Know what?” This was unnerving him. Usually so sure of himself, rebelliously bold, he found himself staring at her and feeling... what was it? Uncomfortable, like she had something on him. He dug his hands in his pockets and lifted his chin.
    â€œWhat am I s’ posed to know?” he demanded.
    The girl watched him for a moment, her head to the side, as if deciding what to say. “That you walked straight through me; or at least I think you did,” she said.
    â€œWhat? What does that mean?!”
    She shrugged and turned to leave. She glanced back at him as she began walking away. “I think that means that you’re dead,” she said and she vanished into the crowd.
    Zack stood there for a moment, too shocked to move. Dead? How could he be dead? He looked down at his arms, gripped his right wrist with his left hand and kicked the toe of his trainer against the curb. How could he be dead?
    â€œOi?!” he shouted, “Oi! You!” He began after her, darting through the crowds on their way into the station, pushing and shoving his way through the throng and no-one minded, no-one made a protest as he jostled and barged pedestrians out of the way. He caught sight of her way up ahead and kept her in his eye line. Hurrying now, pushing people aside, he worked his way nearer and nearer to the back of her.
    â€œOi!” he shouted again, “Stop!” He watched her turn the corner. He ran out into the road, dodging the black taxi cabs and sprinted to catch her up. She was just up ahead when she opened the door of a café and disappeared inside.
    *
    Molly stood for a moment inside the café. She was early; Dev hadn’t arrived yet. It was warm and steamy in there after the cold outside and her cheeks were flushed. She asked for a table and sat down, not really taking any notice of her surroundings, her mind racing.
    She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Thoughts swarmed over and around her. That boy, the weird looking one, she felt him pass straight through her, like an electric jolt to her entire body. He was dead, she was sure of it because how else could he have done it and yet she could see him. If she could see him clearly, not just as a shadow, how could he be dead?
    The door of the café opened and she glanced up. It was him! She picked up a menu and put her head down. He walked straight across to her and pulled out a chair.
    â€œHey! I’m waiting for someone.”
    Zack noticed the colour in her face; the sudden flush on her skin with the warmth. He felt nothing; neither hot nor cold. He pulled the menu down. “So?”
    â€œSo stop it and go away!” she said.
    Zack flicked the menu out of her hands and it skittered across the table. He felt momentarily weak and sat back in the chair. He put his head down.
    Molly bent, picked the menu up from the floor and laid it between them. “You can move things,” she said, “that’s impressive.”
    Zack looked up.
    â€œFor a dead boy,” she added.
    â€œI’m not dead!” Zack growled.
    â€œReally?” Molly looked across the café as the door opened again and Dev came in. She waved, keeping one eye on Zack. Dev came across to the table, grinning and carrying a dog eared copy of some maths book that looked well read and complicated.
    â€œHave you ordered yet?” he asked, pulling out a chair. He said nothing to Zack.
    â€œNo, I was waiting for you.” She smiled and picked up the book he’d put down on the table. “Wow, do you really read this stuff?” She glanced at Zack and held the book up. He was sitting with his chin parked on his chest not looking at anyone.
    â€œYes I read that stuff, but this one is an old book – I’ve had it for ages and read it several times. It’s like an old friend!”
    Molly looked at Dev. He spoke softly and carefully, as