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anymore. “Mr. Teleomara was here,” I tell Cris. “The weird principal.”

“He couldn’t be.” Cris looks kind of confused, like he just woke up.
“My uncle was just here. He would have seen him. He won’t let anyone in.
Because of Zoroan.”

“We just saw the new principal here with you,” I tell him.

“My uncle was here.” Cris is really confused now. “And ...”

“What did you and your uncle do while he was here?” Jeremy
inter-rupts. “What did you have for dinner last night? What did you talk
about?”

“Oh, we ...” Cris gets this weird look on his face. “I ... I can’t
re-member. I mean I know ... I know I live here with my uncle. That he
keeps me safe here. But I just...” He’s looking really confused now. “I just
can’t remember what…what we did last night. That’s all.”

Jeremy and I look at each other again.
 “I think your ‘uncle’ is Zoroan, Cris.” I’m guessing, but the image of
Teleomara bending over Cris as he struggled and screamed still makes my
stomach twist. “Cris, you need to come with us.” I go around and grab the
handles of the wheelchair. “You can’t stay here. He’ll be back.”

“But my uncle. . .”

“He was hurting you, whoever he is.” I lean on the handles of the
chair, but the vines are all wrapped through the spokes. And I have this
scary vi-sion of Cris sitting in this chair in the middle of the night, in the rain,
frozen in silver fog.

“I think this is called kidnapping,” Jeremy says. And he starts kicking
at the vines, tearing them loose from the wheels with both hands.

I start tearing at ‘em, too, and I swear they wrap back around the chair
as fast as we tear ‘em loose. But finally we get the chair moving, with
Jer-emy pushing and me stomping on the vines in front of the wheels. “How
do we get out of here?” Jeremy pants.

Not through the door Mr. Teleomara went through, that’s for sure. “Is
there any other way out, Cris?” I ask.

He shakes his head, still looking like he’s not really all there yet. We
just push the chair over to where the apple branch leans over the wall.

“You climb up,” Jeremy tells me. “I’ll boost Cris up and he can grab
your hand. Then I’ll climb up and help you pull him up. We did this in Scouts
once. Okay, Cris?”