My parents were likely at home, since it was past visiting hours. I sat on the bed beside my body. It looked skinny and pale and . . . like it was barely clinging to life. How long did I have until the door Sekani said was hanging out in my hospital room became visible to me? Something was telling me not long—not long at all. So much was happening it was making my head spin. I felt as if I was missing something—something important. Aside from my memory. Luke wasn’t being a good friend. Someone was stealing my art….