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have I been using without knowing I’ve used them, besides the rewinding, of course?
    Of course.
    Fist. Stomach. Snap! I flop off of Christopher’s lap and use my free hand to steady myself as I stand up.
    I am on an airplane.
    I am on an airplane with men I don’t know, who’ve been controlling my mind since I met them, going to a place I’ve never been. Sure, they say it’s a school…but wow . WHAT IF IT ISN’T?
    This is crazy. I’m crazy. Gullible. Christopher drinks after me without hesitating, without treating me as if I’m some piece of street trash with gross mouth cooties and I put my full trust in him ?
    “Pen- ny,” Christopher says, getting to his feet, his eyes locking on mine. “Don’t freak.”
    My racing heart slows to a reasonable pace.
    Ben gives me a kind smile. “I can absorb the powers of others for a short period of time…this is all stuff you’ll get a better explanation of at school. We’ve actually got an entire class devoted to kids with extra powers like mine and Christopher’s and Dr. Adams’.”
    “I want to believe you,” I stammer, my voice sounding weirdly calm even though I still feel so unsure and shaky on the inside.
    Christopher touches his index finger between my eyebrows. “In your mind’s eye, focus on a future point in time.”
    “What? I don’t-”
    “You have the ability to see the near future, to conjure up a waking vision. We call them glimpses. I think it’s the only way you’re going to know for sure that we’re legit and mean you no harm.”
    I glance over my shoulder and check out the other passengers on the plane. No one is looking at us, they’re all engrossed in their own things; reading their digi-mags, listening to music, trying to keep their toddlers from climbing over the tops of the seats in front of them.
    I’m just here. Existing in the same world I always have, invisible as I’ve always been, but now I’ve got this incredible secret and it seems like everyone should be staring, everyone should know…
    “Focus, Penny. You can do it. Think about…next week. Any day next week,” Christopher coos and takes my hand.
    My eyelids drop closed and I’m watching myself.
     
    I lean into some guy’s firm chest. He’s standing with his back against a green door -- number thirty-six. And this tall, wiry, not-quite-grown man with wavy brown hair and caramel colored eyes… I want him. His, thick, dark eyelashes are so long. I want those eyelashes tickling against mine, his full lips brushing across my lips. I go up on my tiptoes and his big warm hands cup my face. He looks at my mouth, his gaze a mixture of desire and apology. I grab onto his hips and draw him nearer, closing the distance between his mouth and mine. I kiss him gently and then he reciprocates, the pressure deepening.
     
    I open my eyes.
    “Awesome,” Ben says, nodding his head like Ah, Yeeeeeeeeah. “At least you know the future will be hot.”
    I glare at him, even though the needle on my trust-o-meter has swung back over into the positive. If I truly did see what was going to happen to me next week and hadn’t felt anything bad toward this guy, then this crazyass adventure I was embarking on couldn’t be a wrong choice. But why did I want to kiss him?
    Darren’s face blooms in my brain and I instantly feel like I’ve cheated on him, which is ridiculous because we haven’t been together in the year since I ditched him to get clean. “Who’s the, uh, dream guy?”
    Ben grins widely, dropping at least a decade off of his looks. “Your Lookout, Wyatt Adams.”
    I check with Christopher and he nods.
    “And the lip lock is for sure? I mean, he looks nice enough, but he’s not really my type.” He’s the opposite of blond and muscular Darren, in fact. I remember watching D fall asleep on the mattress in the building we’d been squatting in on my last night in Missouri. The slow rise and fall of his chest as I slipped on my boots and tucked my good-bye letter