She couldn't do it. She sat strapped to that extra seat for over forty-five minutes trying to convince herself to try. The men were already dead, she reminded herself. They had to be. This wasn't real.

But they looked real to her. They laughed and joked with each other, overjoyed to be going home. One caught her eye and winked. He was missing an arm, and the extra sleeve was folded neatly against his shoulder.

Maybe this wasn't really an unchangeable. Maybe she could just ride home, and find her grandad--he'd have the watch by now, and--

Ava felt a wave of nausea whip through her body and fade away suddenly. "Where'd that damn hitchhiker get to?!" When she looked up, she was back behind the cargo box, next to the window, and the officer was arguing angrily with his men.