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"Iggy's going to die!" I shouted up at Fang, so frustrated and angry and hurt that I didn't even think to struggle.

Fang looked at me blankly. "What are you talking about?"

I looked back down and couldn't believe my eyes. There was no fire. No flames. No trees. Only gently, rolling hills and a few shrubs. I looked back up at Fang, wondering if this was some type of test.

Not a test, Max. A gift. You can see the future. Stupid, stupid voice.

I looked around at the flock, who were looking at me like I was crazy. Who knows? Maybe I was. Iggy was looking the most alarmed, his face as expressive as ever, his usually handsome features screwed up in the concentration to pick up every word-every sound.

"Iggy's going to die?" the Gasman, who had always been the closest to Iggy, looked scared and confused.

Welcome to the club.

I picked my words carefully. "Apparently, I can see the future now." Looks of various degrees of alarm showed on every one of the flock's faces. I could hear Total gulp from under me, where I was carrying him.

"But no, Gazzy, Iggy's not going to die. Nobody's going to die. Not if I can help it." I balled my fists at my sides, blinking hurriedly so the tears that dangerously close to falling would stop in their tracks.

I saw Fang give me a look, but I ignored him. I swept over to Iggy. "Ig, are you making any bombs? Small ones, like rocks?" I touched Iggy's shoulder.

Iggy nodded and reached into his pocket, staring straight ahead with unseeing eyes. He pulled out a small brown object.

The Gasman, who was above us, glanced down. "Wrong one, Ig." He said kindly. "That's a rock."

Iggy flushed, muttering. "I don't know why we had to make them feel the same." He reached into his other pocket and withdrew an almost identical object. He held it up to Gazzy for confirmation, and Gasman nodded.

I took the object from him. I was so relieved-so certain that this would make things right-that I couldn't help teasing him. "Why do you carry rocks in you pockets?"

Iggy pushed me away from him.

I straightened up and flew back to the front of our small formation. It was getting dark, and we'd been flying for three hours. We needed to refuel.

Beneath me, I spotted the beginnings of a large forest. Two minutes later, I sighted a clearing ahead. "Okay, guys, get ready to land." I shouted, fingering the small bomb.

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