Micah stole a car outside the warehouse, a souped-up Dodge Charger in electric green. He caught his reflection in the mirror and for a moment, he was tempted to smash it. He didn't want to remember himself. Only Ava.

The crow squawked and Micah was jerked from his silent reverie. He started the engine, having learned to hotwire cars and pick locks at a much younger age.

The canyons weren't really canyons. They were in a low desert valley at the base of some mountains. A large portion of some of the early members of the Silent had moved out there to start a small commune. White Dawn was a Native American girl who had never been part of the Silent, but was wildly popular with them because of her reputation as a shaman. She got her name from her hair, which was dyed white.

The drive to the canyons was short, mostly because Micah had the route committed to memory and because he was going seventy five.

White Dawn's house was dark. By all accounts, it could have been abandoned. Micah parked his car. The bird squalled, flapping its wing to stay on his shoulder as he walked briskly to the door.

"Dawn!" He shouted. "White bitch, I need to talk to you! Get out here." He banged on the flimsy screen door until his knuckles were bloody. He watched, by the light of the moon, as the abrasions healed themselves.

"What do you want?"

White Dawn stood at the side of the house, a shawl around her shoulders. Her eyes were clouded, as though Micah had woken her from a deep sleep.

He jumped off the porch and headed toward her. Sensing danger, she tensed her muscles and prepared to run. Then she recognized him.

"Jesus Christ." She whispered. "Micah. What the hell- where have you been?" Micah grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wooden clapboards of the house. "What are you doing?" She snapped, wincing.

"You helped Scott and Ava run away, didn't you?" He accused. "Jamie told me."

"I- I didn't do anything." White Dawn stammered. The bird shrieked loudly, and she glared at it. Something in her eyes changed, and her lips parted in a silent O. "Micah, Scott never said why you disappeared." She said softly, wide, dark eyes focused on the bird. "Is that what I think it is?"

"That depends on what you think it is." Micah said. He let her go and stepped back.

"There is a place where the restless souls wander." She whispered. "Burdened by the weight of their own sadness, they wait for a chance to make the wrong things right. Sometimes, a crow shows them the way."

"Wrong." Micah said bluntly. "I'm not sad. I'm angry. Pissed off. Incensed. Whatever you want to call it. I'm looking for Scott and Ava, so tell me where they went."

"I gave them money, what I could spare." White Dawn said. She stared off into space, as though recalling a bad memory. "I gave them new names so Jamie wouldn't find them. Ava laughed. I remember. She said 'Jamie is too coked-up to bother.' But I knew."

"Where are they?"

"I can't tell you." She said. "I swore. They love each other, I can tell. I can't hurt them."

"Tell me where they are or so help me God." He grabbed her by the throat and leaned against her. "I'll-"

He didn't see the knife in her hands until it was buried to the hilt in his rib cage. He frowned, mouth opening and closing like a suffocating fish, and took a step back. His stomach burned.

"Bitch." Was all he could say. The he pulled the knife out from his stomach, and let White Dawn watch the wound close up.

"Dios mio." She breathed. She stared hard at Micah, and took off running into the rocky desert.

Micah chased after her. He was stronger, faster. He overtook her easily, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her to the ground. She cried out as her head struck a rock.

"No!" She screamed, struggling. "I can't tell you. Let go!" Micah grabbed her and shook her. Her forehead was sticky with blood, and he pulled out his gun and pressed it into her throat.

"Where are they?" He shouted.

"Fuck you."

He paused, the pointed the gun at her palm and fired. She wailed out, long and loud. Blood splattered over Micah's face.

"You wanna lose another hand?" He snarled. White Dawn pulled her good hand free and slapped him. He held it down and broke the fingers. "You going to tell me?" She spat on him.

"Forget it, Micah." She mocked breathlessly. "Ava loved Scott. Not you."

He slammed the butt off the gun into her cheek. "She only loved me." He yelled. "Only me. Never forget that."

Her eyes had that glazed look in them again. Micah sat back and waited. "Twenty miles away." She said quietly. "I left them at a motel, the Moonlight. That's all I know." There was blood on her chin, blood pouring from the wounds on her face. Micah realized he had killed her. "I know that Ava love you. She always will. But you're so bad. So bad for her."

Micah stood and cocked his gun. "The only bad I have left in me is all for Scott." He said.

The gunshot echoed through the canyons.