"We just need to get to the time machine," whispers Amie. "Maybe we can lure him away somehow? Do you think you could fake an injury or -"

Emmie clamps a hand over her mouth.



He doesn't wait, pulling her back behind the wall of the small brick alcoves that house the generators. This close, the machine is honestly a little scary, the housing vibrating with the kind of subtle intensity that speaks of considerable forces carefully restrained.

Amie shakes her head, and Emmie releases her, putting a finger to his lips to shush her as Melissa, Kendra's sister, steps around the corner.