“This is not good,” Jonathan said.

They soared helplessly farther into the sky.

Jessica thought furiously. They just needed something to pull them downward. If only they had something heavy….

Then she realized. They did have something heavy: her.

“Give me your chain,” she ordered.

“What?”

“Do it!” she yelled.

Jonathan unwound Obstructively from his fist. She snatched it from him. The stainless steel links looked strong enough. She held one end in her free hand. “Grab the other end. Tight.”

He grabbed it.

With her other hand, she let go of Jonathan.

“Jess, no!”

She fell, yanking the chain taut and pulling Jonathan downward after her.

“Jess!” His eyes were full of terror.

In a few seconds they were falling fast enough, and she yanked on the chain to bring him close to her again. They frantically grabbed for each other’s hands, and with the warmth of his flesh, weightlessness wrapped itself around Jessica again.

Momentum carried them down toward the ground quickly, but with the soft pressure of midnight gravity.

Jonathan wrapped his arms around her. Jessica realized she was shaking.

“I never dropped anyone before,” he said quietly. “And now I’ve dropped you twice in one night.”

The grass below them was turning green. They were at treetop level, and then their feet touched the ground lightly.

Normal weight settled onto them a few seconds later.

“Well, the third time’s a charm,” Jessica said. She was still shaking.

They stood there, looking at each other.

Finally they let go of each other’s hands.

“Ouch,” he said softly.

Jessica giggled, rubbing her hand. “Ouch is right.”

Jonathan laughed out loud. “You’ve got one hell of a grip, Jess. My hand feels it got slammed in a door. Talk about clingy.”

“Me?” she retorted, laughing too. “My hand feels like a truck ran over it.”

They were both still laughing when the police car pulled up.

15

12:01 A.M.

CURFEW

The police car crunched onto the roadside, gravel popping out from under its tires as it slid to a stop.

Jonathan clutched Jessica’s hand and instinctively bent his knees to leap, seeing in his mind’s eye the precise jump that would take them safely over the car and onto the roof of the house across the street. He could see the proper angle of landing and how the next leap would take them over to the next block and out of sight. Away to freedom.

But his legs crumpled under him, and Jonathan remembered that he was heavy, leaden, earthbound. Flying time was over.

Jonathan’s exhausted leg muscles could barely push him back to standing again. He doubted he could even make a run for it. For the next few minutes his body would feel like stone as it slowly readjusted to normal weight. Even breathing took effort in these horrible moments after the secret hour ended.

A familiar claustrophobic feeling settled over him. He was trapped here in normal time. Trapped by the cops, by the Bixby curfew, by the suffocating, inescapable blanket that was gravity. Stuck like an insect drowning in glue.

All Jonathan could do was squeeze Jessica’s hand.

The police car’s doors opened, and a spotlight popped on, ripping into his eyes. He spun away, covering his face with his hands.

“Think you can hide, Martinez?” a deep voice called, laughing. “I recognize your pretty face.”

Jonathan’s heart sank, but he tried to make his answer sound brave. “Turn that thing off, St. Claire. We’re not going anywhere.”

He heard the crunch of boots, then felt Sheriff Clancy St. Claire’s hand fall onto his shoulder. It felt like a hairy lump of lead clamping itself onto Jonathan, pushing him down into the quicksand that the ground had become.

“Jonathan Martinez, you have never spoken truer words.”

“Hey, Clancy, where do you suppose Martinez got himself a girlfriend?” another voice called from the car.

“Hmm. Now, that is a puzzle.” Then St. Claire’s voice softened. “Man alive! What happened to you, girl?”

Jonathan managed to open his eyes, squinting against the glare. Jessica looked dazed and battered, her face deathly pale in the spotlight. The knees of her jeans were stained with grass and blood, her hair wild from an hour of flying.

“I fell down,” she said feebly.

“You fell down? Sure, you did.” Jonathan felt the sheriff’s hand tighten on his shoulder. “I don’t believe I know you, honey.”

“Jessica Day.”

“And how old are you?”

“Fifteen.”

“So, Jessica Day, I don’t suppose your parents know where you are?”

The spotlight went dark, and Jonathan was blind for a moment in the sudden blackness. He heard Jessica’s breath catch as she tried to think of a way around the question. There was defeat in her voice when she finally answered.

“No. They think I’m home in bed.”

“Well, honey, that’s probably where you should be.”

They sat Jessica down in the back of the police car while St. Claire talked on the radio for a while, waiting for more cops to arrive. The police in Bixby always liked to do things in overwhelming numbers.

Jonathan wished he could talk to Jessica, even for a few moments. He wanted to explain that this was no big deal, really. The cops just took you home and woke your parents up. He’d been through the procedure seven times in the last two years, and it didn’t seem to get any worse than that. His dad would be grumpier than usual for a couple of days, but he’d told too many stories about his own wild days to stay angry at his son.

“I’ve never been arrested, Dad, only detained and transported to parental custody.” Those were the magic words. Dad couldn’t say the same.

Jonathan had a feeling, however, that Jessica had never taken a ride in a police car before. She sat in the backseat with her head in her hands, forlorn and unmoving, not looking over at him.

It was horrible, being trapped here on the ground, unable to whisk her away. They’d survived being chased by the three biggest darklings he’d ever seen, only to be caught by a doofus like St. Claire. He felt helpless. And worse, he felt guilty, as if he’d dropped Jessica again. Three times in one night.

It had been so wonderful before the darklings had appeared. He’d never had that much fun flying with anyone else. Jessica seemed to know instinctively how to jump, as if she were an acrobat herself, as if they were connected. The thought of them never flying together again felt like ice in his stomach. He doubted that Jessica would even want to talk to him after tonight.

He took a deep breath, telling himself to be calm. He would go to her tomorrow midnight and make sure she was all right.

Finally another pair of headlights crawled up. Two deputies drove Jessica home, and St. Claire pushed Jonathan into the back of the second car, squeezing in beside him.

The weight of the large man flattened the springs of the backseat. Jonathan felt puny next to him. The deputy up front started the engine, and the car jolted onto the road.

“You and me are going to have a talk, Jonathan.”

“Yeah, it’s been too long, St. Claire.”

The sheriff sighed, adjusting his bulk. He clapped and looked at Jonathan intently.

“Now, boy, it’s one thing when you go wandering around all night by yourself. I don’t care much if anything happens to you out here.”

“That’s fine with me.”

“But getting a little girl like that into trouble is serious business.”

Jonathan sighed with frustration. “I was just walking her home. We were okay until you showed up.”

The sheriff’s meaty hand clamped onto his shoulder again, pushing him into the seat like extra gravity. The claustrophobic feeling built inside Jonathan.