We sailed through the gate and made a left turn on the road into town. I was assuming that there was, in fact, still a town. After looking over my shoulder to mark the patrol’s location, I turned back to her.

“Again, with the all-knowing thing. What gives?”

Her face furrowed as she searched for a way to explain it. “Remember when you were nine, and Mom told you that Max had run away and probably wouldn’t come home? Only he did, the next day?” I nodded. “He’d really been hit by a car, and Mom knew it would crush you.”

“What – you two secretly took him to the vet?”

“Honey, he died. It took me all night and most of the next day to revive him.”

Strewn bodies littered the fields on either side of the road, eerily reflecting the headlights. It was perversely more logical than a sister who raises dead things. “How does somebody realize that they can do that?” I asked.

“Same way you knew you loved Anna, and how you’re so good at keeping ahead of Patrolmen. I just do it, and that’s it.”