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“I just want to eat,” Bug said He broke down crying Sobbing like a baby “I want some fish”

“I have to take you to Sam,” Quinn said He didn’t seem to be happy about the idea

Bug fell to his knees “Fish,” he begged

“Give hile bite One of you go and bring Saive this little creep any more”

One of the guards took off

Quinn looked down at the weeping Bug “Man, you have picked a bad time to switch sides”

His surfboard was still leaning against the washing machine in the tiny room off the kitchen A Channel Island MBM

Sa hi he had lost in the FAYZ

His wetsuit hung fro The can of as on the rickety shelf next to the laundry detergent and the fabric softener

The ball of light was still there in his bedroo in the air, just outside of Sam’s bedroom closet

He hadn’t been back to his old hoo

tten the light would be there

Strange

He passed his hand through it Not much of a sensation

He remembered when it first happened He’d been scared of the dark Back then Back when he was Sam Temple, some kid, some random kid who just wanted to surf