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"Lacey. Wake up. Lacey, please. You have to wake up."

Lacey mumbled something undistinguishable in her sleep and rolled over onto her other side, away from Indie. Indie sighed: this was an emergency, and, though she hated to use the phrase, it was also a matter of life and death. She braced herself for the reverb, then lightly touched Lacey's arm with her index finger.

"Holy shit!" screamed Lacey, suddenly awake and sitting up in bed, holding her arm and shivering. "What the fuck did you do that for?"

"To wake you up," replied Indie matter-a-factly, trying to hold back a laughter. Then her face turned serious again. "Come on, quickly. We have to go. They've found us."

"What?" asked Lacey, scared. "How? No. They can't have! Are you sure you're not … wrong?"

Indie raised her eyebrows at her. It was a well-known fact between the two of them that she had never been wrong before, ever. Well, at least, not since she had died and gained her extra senses.

"Come on!" she said impatiently. "Get up, shove some shoes on and let's get going." She was beginning to feel the pain of them tapping into her head, and, though they were still at least two miles or so away, she was also beginning to smell the disgusting stench that they gave off due to their lack of personal hygiene.

Lacey groaned and got out of bed, falling over a pile of books, which she blamed on her blurry vision. Her hand fumbled over her bedside table until she at last found her glasses and put them on. She grabbed the nearest pair of shoes she could find – silver diamante converse – and shoved them on too, then stood up and declared that she was now ready to leave.

Indie was running around with a backpack, stuffing it like crazy with this and that – clothes, soap, a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, they were just a few of the things she had 'packed'. Then, seeing the state of Lacey's bed-head hair, she threw a hairbrush in as well.

"You'll turn it all to ice!" said Lacey as she watched more stuff get thrown in the backpack. "You're too cold. Here, give it to me." She pulled it from her hand, just as Indie emptied the entire contents of her piggy-bank into it.

"You ready?" she asked.

'As I'll ever be." Lacey gulped. "Make it quick."

Indie gave her a sympathetic smile. If she touched Lacey, she would burn herself, and, sure enough, as she looked at her finger, there was a blister beginning to form. Plus, she had the opposite effect on Lacey: and everything else in the 'living' world for that matter. To her, she was like a walking talking, if slightly-dead, freezer.

"Hold on tight." They both took a huge breath – though to Indie, this was pointless – and grabbed each other's free hand. Immediately, a mixture of smoke and steam began to rise from the point of contact, and a horrible sensation filled both of their bodies. Indie gritted her teeth against the pain and whispered something, then pulled Lacey into the nothing that those magic words had formed in front of her.