I snuck out of the tunnel at 12:45 a.m. with Zach. We were going to head to one of Mr. Solomon's safe houses. I didn't know how many he had or where they were, but apparently Zach did. We stole Liz's van that she had been experimenting on. I felt bad for taking it, but the 500 miles per gallon she had gotten it up to was something we needed. Zach drove, and surprisingly, he was a pretty good driver. I figured that then was a good time to talk about what we were actually going to do.

"What exactly are we doing Zach?" I asked him.

"We are keeping you safe from the Circle."

"What? No! I'm going to finish what my father started. And find out if he's alive. We can't just hide and do nothing."

He grimaced.

"If you don't want to go, I'll go alone," I added.

"Cammie," he groaned.

Did he really think I was just going to go into hiding? That I would just let everything go and do nothing?

He reached out with one hand and grabbed mine.

"Cammie, sometimes it's better to not know."

"No. Zach, I have to know."

He squeezed my hand and let go, placing it back on the wheel. He stared out at the road for a long time, not saying anything. I thought about my father and his mission, to bring down the Circle. Now it was my mission. Well, I guess our mission, if he would help me that is. I stare at the sunrise in the distance. Zach drove the van in circles and backtracked and used a ton of different antisurveillance techniques to make sure no one was tailing us. Zach took a deep breath as he pulled into the long driveway.

"Okay Gallagher Girl," he said as he opened his door and got out of the van.

I got out and he handed me my duffel bag full of my stuff. He had one too, but it was smaller. We walked up to the door watching for any security wires or sensors. As we walked through the door I realized that it was small. Very small. Like one bedroom, one bathroom, small kitchen and tiny sitting room. That means only one bed. Did Zach want us to sleep together? Maybe the bedroom had two beds. I felt my heart race. Of course that was it, I told myself, the bedroom had two beds.

I followed Zach in the bedroom door and saw one bed. He raised his eyebrow at me when he noticed my hesitation. I walked through the door and sat my bag down next to the dresser. He ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes were bloodshot and had bags underneath them. He looked exhausted.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

I opened my mouth to reply but yawned instead. He smirked.

"Go to sleep Gallagher Girl."

He looked so tired. I wondered when the last time he slept was, if he had had trouble sleeping knowing that we were leaving. We were leaving and no matter what we said or did they would worry. They would come looking for us. And knowing that some of the answer I wanted I might not like. And of course I had never done something like this before, without back up. I realized for the first time that maybe Zach wanted some answers too. But what answers he wanted, I had no idea.

"Zach," I said, "What about you?"

Obviously he was the one who needed sleep more between the two of us. I silently hoped I didn't look worse than him. He looked to the bed and back to me.

"There's only one bed," he told me. As if I hadn't already noticed.

"What are you going to do while I sleep?" I asked.

"I'm going to look around."

"Go to sleep," I said, pointing at the bed, "I'll do that."

I think he was way too tired to argue. He probably wouldn't be throughout in his search being half asleep anyway. Maybe that why he sighed and pulled the covers back and got in the bed. I turned to walk out the door and search for anything that could possibly help us.

"Cammie, wait. Come here."

I turned back to look at him. He couldn't even keep his eyes open.

"Zach, why are you so tired?"

He laid his head back on the pillow and looked up at me. Well, he tried to look at me, but I guess it is kind of hard to look at someone when you can't open your eyes.

"Because I was afraid you'd leave me."

I don't know why he said it. Maybe it was because he was half asleep. Maybe because he wanted it to make me feel guilty. (It did) Maybe he didn't even mean to say it. Out loud. To me. But he did.

"Cammie," he said a little panic in his voice.

And Zachary Goode did not panic.

"I'm right here."

He blinked, as if I was lying.

"Don't you dare run off without me," he whispered. I think he meant it as a warning, but it sounded more like he was begging.

And Zachary Goode did not beg.

In truth, I had thought about it. I didn't think he knew I was thinking about it. Was I really that easy to read?

"Zach, I'm not going to."

It wasn't a lie. Well, not a total lie. I truly intended not to leave him. But I was going to get the answers I so desperately needed. And if he told me I couldn't do something, that he wouldn't come with me, I was going to do it anyway. And apparently, he knew it too.

"Cammie," he groaned.

I sat down on the bed next to him. Maybe it was because he sounded drained. Maybe it was because he was opening up a little. Well, as much opening up as Zach does. Maybe it was simply because Zachary Goode looks totally sweet when he is sleeping. But I really just wanted to curl up next to him and fall asleep in his arms like they do in the movies.

Then he pulled back the cover and said, "Come here."

His voice was heavy with sleep. And I was tired too. At least I told myself that was the reason I crawled into the warm bed and didn't go off to search the house. He moved over to the other side of the bed, not touching me. I wished Macey was here to tell me what that meant. But I was too drowsy to think about it for long. I closed my eyes and rolled on my side, facing away from him.

"Cammie?" he whispered so quietly I barely heard it.

I didn't answer him. I had had enough talking and his strange behavior and I just wanted to rest. I was halfway gone when the covers stirred and I felt Zach's body against my back. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair. He kissed the top of my head and I felt him smile. Yes, a smile, not his usual smirk.

"Goodnight Gallagher Girl," he whispered softly.

"Goodnight Zach," I whispered back after a minute.

He jumped a little and started to pull away from me.

"Cam, I was just seeing what time it was," he lied smoothly, pointing to the clock on the bedside table next to me.

It was a good lie too. And I would have believed it if I didn't know he knew what time it was, without looking at the clock. And if I wasn't fully conscious for the whole wrapping-his-arms-around-me-and-kissing-my-hair-and-then-relaxing-against-me-and-about-to-fall-asleep thing. I caught his hands and pulled them back around me.

"I said goodnight Zach."

Then I leaned back against him and sighed. I felt him un-tense and relax against me. Then exactly 48 seconds later I felt his breathe even out and he started to snore softly. I had a feeling that this summer I was going to get to know a different side of Zachary Goode. One he doesn't share with anyone. And that's the last coherent thought I had before sleep overtook me.