Thin Air

"Nothing frostbite couldn't explain."

"You checked-"

"Of course I checked. But you're better at that kind of thing." He shrugged slightly, shoulders hunched. "Maybe I don't know what to look for. Or I didn't want to find it. I was under a little bit of pressure. And she's displayed some...unusual effects."

His voice was as dry as sand on that one, and I remembered David bouncing him like a basketball. Yeah, a little bit of pressure. And unusual effects didn't much cover what I'd been able to do to bring Cherise back from the nearly dead.

"I'll do a thorough scan," Marion said. "Anything else?"

Lewis raised his head to lock eyes with me for a second, then said, "Yeah, actually. I'd like you to test her for the emergence of Earth abilities."

"Thought you might," Marion said, and leaned back in her wheelchair. Her smile was full and yet not very comforting. "I can feel some change in her latent abilities. One of you was bad enough. I have no idea what we'll do with two of you."

The clinic was a modest-sized place up a winding road in the hills, and I'd have frankly mistaken it for anything but a medical facility. It looked rustic, but industrial in its square shape. Couldn't have been intended for long-term care, at least, not for many patients.

The faded, paint-chipped sign on the building said, WARDEN HEALTH INSTITUTE, EXTENSION 12. There were four cars in the small parking lot, and the van made it five as the still-unseen driver pulled in and parked under the whispering shade of a large pine. It was cold outside-my breath fogged on the window-but the overcast sky was breaking up, and the snow had stopped. I saw wisps of blue through the clouds.

"Need help?" Lewis asked Marion. She shook her head as the rear doors popped open, and the Handi-Lift's operation was engaged to move her and the wheelchair safely out and down. The rest of us disembarked the old-fashioned way. The snow here was only a couple of inches deep, and melting fast on the parking lot's warmth-hoarding surface. My face stung from the icy wind, and I thought wistfully about being warm again, really warm, but somehow the building that was ahead of us didn't seem that inviting, centrally heated or not.

I glanced over at Kevin. He looked sullen and shaky. "It'll be okay," I said. He shot me a filthy look.

"Shut up, Pollyanna," he said. "In my world, every time I let anybody else get me under lock and key, I get fucked."

I shut up. Clearly, comforting people wasn't my calling.

Once Marion's chair was down and moving, Lewis was the one who made sure the path was clear and ice-free on the ramp. I didn't even think about it, and Kevin obviously couldn't have cared less about doing public service. Lewis held the door, too, as Marion's chair powered inside, and kept holding it for me and Cherise, then Kevin.

So Lewis was the last one inside before the lock engaged behind us. I heard the metallic clank and turned, startled; so did Kevin, white-faced with fury. Lewis held up a calming hand. "Secured facility," he said, and rapped the glass with his knuckles. "Bullet-resistant glass, too. Come on, Kevin, it's not meant to keep you in; it's meant to keep things out. Security's still high in Warden facilities worldwide."

Evidently, because there were two armed guards standing in the lobby, wearing cheap polyester blazers and expensive shoulder holsters. They didn't look like they were in the mood to take crap from anyone, either, and all four of us got the instant laser stare. I expected Marion and Lewis to dig for credentials, but instead they held up their right hands, palm out. I blinked, then hesitantly did the same when even Kevin followed suit. I expected...Hell, I don't know what I expected. Some kind of scanner ray? But I didn't see anything, and nothing happened, and after the security guys' gazes moved from one hand to the next, each in turn, they both nodded and stepped back, letting us have access to another closed door beyond.

They blocked Cherise. "Hey!" she protested, and looked beseechingly at Lewis. "I'm with them! Just ask!"

"Nobody but Wardens in the secured area," one of the guards said.

Kevin was looking dangerously angry, but Lewis solved the whole thing by moving the guard back, taking Cherise's hand, and saying, "She comes with us. No arguments."

The guard looked at Marion, who shrugged. "Technically, he's still the boss," she said. "I'd make an exception."

I blinked at Lewis. "You're the boss?"

"Pretty much," he said. "Long story. Believe me, I hate the job as much as they hate me having it. We're working through succession planning."

Lewis held the door open for me. Kevin had already stalked through it, following the low whine of Marion's power chair. Cherise followed, glancing back at me with mute appeals to stay close. This door shut behind us, too. This time it was positively disquieting. I hung back, let Lewis go ahead of me, and pretended to need to adjust my shoe. While I was doing that, I leaned back and tried the doorknob.

It didn't open.

Who's being protected here? I wondered. And from what, exactly?

Lewis glanced back. I gave my sock another token pull and hurried to catch up.

It was a short, narrow hallway, and it had an antiseptic smell. Even if you have your past and memory damaged, you don't forget that smell, and you can't avoid its giving you a little unpleasant tingle somewhere in the back of your brain. Something was telling me to get the hell out, but I didn't know if that was good instinct or bad. We passed three closed doors with plastic folder bins on the outside-none of them occupied, apparently, as there were no charts in the bins-and the hallway opened into a large, warm sitting area. The furniture looked industrial, but comfortable, and I sank gratefully down in a chair when Marion nodded at me. Someone in a lab coat came in from another entrance, head down, checking over something on a clipboard, and looked up to smile at Marion with an impartial welcome. "Ma'am," he said, and extended his hand. He was a small man, neatly groomed, with ebony hair and eyes and a golden tint to his skin. "Dr. Lee. I wasn't informed you were dropping in today."

"Unscheduled visit," she said. "Hope that isn't a problem, Doctor. We have some urgent needs."

"Not at all. We have a light caseload today-most of those who were injured during the fires have been rotated out to other facilities. We were strictly serving as triage here. I have two Wardens in critical condition who haven't been moved, back in ICU-Leclerq and Minetti. You here to visit?"

"I'll be happy to drop in," she said. "Meanwhile, if you could have a look at the boy, I'd really appreciate your help."

Dr. Lee turned his attention to Kevin, and those large, dark eyes widened. "I see," he said in a much quieter voice. "Your name?"

"Kevin," he snapped, but he directed it toward the carpet.

"Would you mind coming with me, Kevin?"

"Yes. I'm not going anywhere with you."

Marion sighed. "I see the boy hasn't changed. Kevin, no one is going to harm you. I swear it."

He glared at her. "No drugs."

"Don't worry. We wouldn't waste them on you."

Kevin shot Lewis an utterly mistrustful look, then made it a group thing, because it was the same look he gave Marion, then me. Me, he seemed to trust least of all.

"Can I go with him?" Cherise asked in a small voice. She'd slipped her hand in his. "Please?"

"I don't see why not," Dr. Lee said. "We'll see about getting you food as well. And some fresh clothing."

I don't know if Kevin would have gone on his own, but Cherise's presence gave him an excuse to conform. He took her hand and followed Dr. Lee through the door and into what I presumed was a treatment area.

Leaving me with Lewis and Marion, who weren't saying much.

"Well?" I asked. "What now?"

"Now," Marion said, "we see if we can determine the extent of your damage."

"Here?"

"Here's fine. I don't need you to wear a funny open-back dress for this."

Lewis walked away. I stared at Marion for a few seconds, frowning, and then nodded. "All right. What do you need me to do?"

"Relax and let me drive," she said. "Eyes closed. I want you to focus on a sound."

"What sound?" I closed my eyes and immediately felt drowned by darkness. I fought the urge to open them again.

"This one."

For a brief second I didn't hear anything, but then I did, a low musical tone, steady and unchanging. Like the sound a deep-note chime makes. A sustained ringing.

"Do you hear it?" Marion asked. Her voice was soft and slow, blending with the sound of the chime. I nodded. "Concentrate on the sound. Only on the sound."

It got louder, and the more I focused, the purer it seemed. It made me imagine things...a bright crystal, turning and reflecting rainbows. A flower slowly unfurling its petals. A chair rocking on a porch on a fresh, cool morning.

I could feel something moving through my body like a warm wave, but it wasn't alarming, and somehow I wasn't afraid of it. The sound compelled me to stay quiet, stay still, suspended in time...

"Hey," said a new voice. I opened my eyes, or some part of me did; I could tell that my actual, physical eyes were still closed tight.

But part of me was somewhere else entirely. In another reality.

"Hey," I replied blankly. I felt like I should know the man who was sitting across from me-there was definitely something familiar about him. Tall, lean, athletic; a little bit like Lewis, but more compact and certainly just as dangerous, if not more so. A graying brush of light brown hair cut aggressively short. A face that seemed harsh one moment, and amused the next. When he smiled, it seemed kind, but also mocking.

"You don't know me," he said. "My name's Jonathan."

"Um...hi?" It felt like the real world, but somehow, I knew it wasn't. Illusion, most definitely. So what was this guy? He smiled even wider, not giving me a clue.

"We don't have a lot of time for this little drop-in, so I'm going to be brief. You just acquired some skills that you're not ready for. Wasn't my choice, but hey, done is done." He shrugged. "You're going to need them, no doubt about that, but your adjustment's going to be a little rocky. Just thought somebody should warn you."

"Who are you?"

He laughed. Chuckled, really. "Used to be a lot of things. Human, then Djinn. Now-well, there's not really a word for what I am. But there's a word for what you are, kid. Trouble."

This made no sense. It had to be a dream. I was sitting on a couch in a living room-stone fireplace, clean lines, masculine furniture. Warm throw rugs on the wood floor. A big picture window overlooking a field of nodding yellow sunflowers in full bloom, which was wrong, wasn't it? It should have been fall at least, or full winter. But here...here, it was summer. Bright, cloudless summer.

"Stay with me, Joanne. I'm going to bounce you back in a second, but first I had to tell you something."

"What?" I asked.

"What's happening to you has never happened before. Never. That's a big word, in my world-it was big enough to make a whole lot of forces pay attention. David's right to look for Ashan, but you're going to have to do your part, too. If you screw this thing up, I can't help you. Nobody can."

"Could you be a little less vague?"

"Yeah," he said. He leaned back on the leather sofa to take a pull on the beer in his hand. Cold, frosty beer. It made me thirsty, and I didn't even know if I liked beer. "Do not, under any circumstances, think about throwing your life away. If you die-if you let her kill you-you have no idea what kind of hell will come calling."

"So that's your big message? Stay alive?" I felt like pounding my head against the wall, only I wasn't sure the wall was real enough. "Great. Great advice."

"Hey, don't blame me. Most people wouldn't have to be told, but you? You seem to want to martyr up when you lose a quarter in the soda machine."

I didn't know Jonathan, but I wasn't liking him much. "Funny."

"Not really, because it's true. My job is to take the long view, kid. And right now, the long view is that you need to be selfish and stay alive. Got it?"

I didn't, and he could see it. He shook his head, tipped the bottle up and drained it dry.

"Crap, you really are always a pain in my ass, Joanne. Not to mention the fact that if you keep on dragging David down, he's going to lose everything, up to and including his life," he said. "You see that, right?"

"I-what? No! I'm not-" But I was. Lewis had said as much. Even David had hinted around at it. Which of course made me defensive. "David's free to do whatever he needs to do. I'm not stopping him. I never asked for any of this!"

Jonathan looked amused. Impatient, but amused. "Don't whine to me about it. I have nothing to do with it, not anymore. I'm just here to tell you to use your head for once."

Which had the effect of completely pissing me off, even though I was pretty sure he was supernatural, powerful, and could crush me like a bug if he wanted. And besides, hadn't David said he was dead? I was pretty sure.

So of course I blurted out, "Great. You told me. If you don't have anything better than that to offer, butt the hell out!"

Jonathan's dark eyes met mine, and they weren't human eyes. Not at all. Not even close. I was pretty sure that even the Djinn would flinch from that stare; it froze me like liquid nitrogen, held me utterly still. There was something vast and chilly behind it, only remotely concerned with me and my problems.