Their truck had been far enough from the house that it escaped the destruction, most of which had been aimed the other way anyway. They climbed in and drove away from the ruins.

Andy was pretty sure there was nothing left living, but he hadn't seen anything of Jordan and his sisters, so maybe they got away. Angela had been trying to convince him and Catherine to leave since the Terror Twins started menacing them.

Lauren drove a short way, to the old farmhouse they had dismissed as a possible home due to the damage, and parked under what remained of a barn.

Neither of them said anything.

Neither of them had to.

They both knew exactly what had happened back there.

On a certain level it scared him, but on a different, more primal level, it gave him a level of thrill he had never felt before and was pretty sure he would only feel again when they held hands.

Lauren sighed and turned off the car, huddling into the corner between the seat and the door. Andy leant back in his own seat and used his reflection in the mirror to try to clean some of the dirt from his face.

It was like this world didn't want them to be happy.