40.

FELIX.

What the fuck?

What the fuck just happened?

I don’t have time to ponder on that thought before I finally move from where I stand and run to my bike. I remove the keys from my pocket and keep Brynn’s fur scarf around my neck as I start the engine.

I speed down the street, my heart drumming hard in my chest as I keep turning my head sideways in search of the car. They’re long gone and I don’t know how long I was just standing there for so it might be impossible to catch up to them, but I’m not giving up. Not until I’ve searched this entire street.

I get to a dead end, and I make a fast halt, turning the bike around. I bend over to the side and have my knees scraping against the ground before the bike is back on track and I start down another path. I don’t see anything, not a glimpse of the same car I saw earlier. Most of the roads here are empty—perhaps because of the time—while others have very few people walking down and the cars I’ve seen so far aren’t it.

My blood spikes and