Epilogue

Jessica's eyes widened in fear as she stared into the bolt of lightning. They were in Elgin, Illinois on an old rickety building in the middle of town. It was midnight, and Dess had found the coordinates to another midnight.

Jonathan had taken her flying and they saw the bolt of lightning. Dess had a theory that if she touched another lightning bolt, then she might be spiraled back into the regular world again. Melissa just stood at the edge of the rooftop, softly massaging her temples.

Jonathan had opposed of it, but everyone else was up for it.

And now, as she stared into it, gripping Jonathan's hand tightly, his midnight gravity flowing through her, she wasn't so sure.

She let go and pushed him back so he wasn't in the way.

She stared at her palm, the one she'd scorched on the other lighting bold almost two years ago.

Slowly, and ever so gradually, she stepped forward. She reached forward, her heart beating like a metronome, and touched the bolt of lightning.