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Did you just kill me?" Camillia trembled, starting at this strange, Frappuccino-drinking boy. "Where's Hank?"

The Reader -whatever he was- drummed his fingers on the dashboard. Then apparently unable to resist the temptation, he took another slurp from his Frappuccino and sighed.

"You know you've just asked the most obvious questions in the universe, right?"

Camillia scowled at him, and he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Calm down, tiger. I'll answer your questions. Firstly, the Frappuccino came from a drive-thru Starbucks on the way here. Obviously." He stressed every syllable of the word, just to mock her.

"Secondly, your pretty little boyfriend's dead in the backseat -and by dead, I mean dead to the world, as in he's asleep." He added to her look of alarm. "Thirdly, judging by the amount of questions you asked me in the last five minutes, I'd say you're pretty much alive."

"But you just beheaded me!"

"I- You know what? I'm not even going to explain. You're gonna forget about it all anyway, in about," he checked his watch, "now."

"What-"

There was a tap on the window, interrupting her. Instinctively, she turned to look - only to see an elvish, vaguely Asian boy with tattoos all over him grinning broadly at her, an open book in hand. She rolled down the window.

"Who are-"

"Sweetheart, meet Marcus. Say hi,"

The last thing she saw was a glowing blue blob erupt from the book, accomapined with a shout of what sounded like "Simba!", before it slammed into her and she passed out.
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Camillia Lane has been alone all her life.

She's been having inexplicable nightmares all her life.

She's been hiding all her life.

She's been pretending all her life.

For what? To hide from Them, and now they've come to find her.