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"Holy hell Really?" I leaned forward, staringdoesn’t happen in real life Do they think the crew had so on having any survivors at this point," Bobby said "They had a crew of thirty, but only twenty-four bodies"

"That’s pretty messed up" A chill ran down my spine, and I shook reed so froed "I think like Europe or Russia or so into the living roo up our intense fascination with the television "How does h his dark brown hair and did a little twirl, but it didn’t look that much different than before Mae had rinned at hi about his honment Milo sat down on the floor next to hi about the tanker crash on the television

Personally, it creeped o outside and play with Matilda I had to bribe her with three dog treats to get her to leave Jack’s side, and I was starting to think maybe she loved him more than I did

The stone patio out back was slick fro down It was November, and this was the first snow of the season, so I kneouldn’t last long Matilda skidded through it, but she didn’t seem to mind Very little in life seemed to upset her, other than Jack’s absence

I couldn’t shake the news story I glanced back through the French doors at Mae and Jane talking and laughing, and spending ti more about the dead crew I let the snow flakes et all about it

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Jack went back to sleeping in the den, but he woke o apartht was still hard ondidn’t thrill me, but I pretended it did I told him to take lots of pictures fordreams about the oil tanker crash in Canada An unseenwas splattered with blood and viscera It was horrendous I wanted to screa for their lives, but nobody listened They could do nothing to save themselves After all the creas dead, total silent blackness enveloped the ship That turned into an ie brown eyes, ones just like Milo’s

I woke up and wanted to screa I saw hadn’t been scary It freaked h, in the worst way

As I tried to catch ht about hoeird it was that vampires had dreams The Lost Boys had not preparedto think that whoever wrote it had never met a vaot up to enlist some assistance I considered Jane, but she needed her rest Mae was probably with her anyway, and, I didn’t feel like talking to her I went next door to Milo’s roo I made sure to listen in first, and Bobby wasn’t there, so I kneas okay to intrude

"Hey, wake up," I said, walking into his room

It was a little messier than I expected it to be, but that had to be all Bobby The clothes strewn about appeared to be his, and his art supplies clogged up the floor Milo lay in bed at a weird angle with his feet dangling off the side

"Why?" Milo mumbled, his face buried in his pillow