He left me with a note. A freaking note. No warning, nothing. If he thinks I'm gonna wait for twenty years until we meet again...he is sadly mistaken. Fang ride. Im gonna get you. I'm now flying over the California border with a slightly evil seven year old, an eleven year old motor mouth, two pyromaniacs who may or may not have bombs in their underwear, and a eight month old fifteen year old thingy that I sorta like. It's complicated. I'll get more into it later. Right now, I'm trying to find Fang. We're on our what? Seventeenth state? After we're done with the U.S., we're going to Canada and so forth. Nudge turns to me and sticks her bottom lip out. It's wobbling dangerously. I roll my eyes. I know what's coming.

"Max," Nudge whines, "Can we get something to eat? I'm STARVING!"

"Nudge we can't stop now, " I said impatiently, "We just had a break. Gotta keep going or else we'll never find Fang."

"I could use a snack." Iggy pipped in.

"And some drinks and desserts." Gazzy added.

I was outvoted. I relented with a sigh and a cheer went up, which made me feel worse. It made me miss Fang more and his calm and cool authority. There's another reason I hate him! Never again, Fang Ride. I'm never going to let you leave me again.