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because I was the only one who could do it. You could; you always could. You just didn't . . . just didn't
believe enough in yourself. But Liane's different. I hope she's okay.
We'll find out, Elizabet said reassuringly. My guess is that she's still somewhere in the Hollywood
area, that she wouldn't have gone far, which means . . .
Elizabet's voice faded, and Kayla glanced over at Billy's roommate, now asleep. His face was very pale
and drawn, white even against his pillow, only a few stringy wisps of hair visible beneath the baseball
cap. Something's very wrong there, she thought, something's very . . .
Without warning, the room disappeared around her. It was as if she was falling into a whirlwind of pain
and chaos, sliding between the layers of skin and muscle, until she could see the cells of his body. The
cells that were fighting a hopeless battle against each other, killing him piece by piece. It was too
overwhelming and confusing; she didn't know how she'd start to heal this. It's not just a single cut or a
wound, she thought, it's all the way through his entire body, it's everywhere. . . .
She felt Elizabet's hand on her shoulder, pulling her back into herself. Control, Kayla, Elizabet
murmured. Disengage from it. Control it.
Kayla blinked and shook her head, trying to clear the image of the millions of cells fighting against each
other from her vision. Then she was standing in the hospital room again, Elizabet's hand on her shoulder
keeping her from falling.
She glanced at Billy; he was staring at her.
Your eyes! he whispered. Your eyes were filled with blue fire. It's true. I thought I dreamed it, but it
really happened. That scar that the doctors found, the one they said must've happened a few months
back. Except it didn't; I'd never had it before. It was you. What is it, Kayla?
We'd better go, Elizabet said quietly, urging Kayla toward the door.
Kayla? Billy called. Please, I need to know!
Still dizzy from the magic, Kayla looked back at him. I don't know, Billy, she said. I don't know what
it is. But I'm going to try to figure it out.
And I'm going to help her, Elizabet said.
Yeah, you do that, Elizabet, Billy said, settling back against his pillows. Elizabet can help you figure
things out, Kayla. She's good at that.
Kayla glanced back at her friend. It's not the same, she thought. It's never going to be the same.
We're different people now. Take care of yourself, Billy, she said.
You, too, Kayla, he said, and smiled. Try to stay out of trouble, hey?
No bets on that,she thought, walking out into the corridor.
In the hallway outside his room Kayla turned to Elizabet. Do you know what's wrong with Rick? she
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asked. All that craziness, everything fighting itself?
Leukemia, Elizabet said. That's what Rick has. She was silent for a moment as they walked past the
nurses' station. Everyone has limits, child, she said at last. You'll have to learn what yours are.
Can you do it? Kayla asked. Can you cure cancer?
Elizabet shook her head. No. You forget, child, my talents are much more limited than yours. I can't
cure a cold, not the way that you can. Some small things, yes, but I'm not in your league. Maybe you can
learn how to cure cancer eventually.
Kayla thought about it as they walked out to the car. That would be great, if I could. I mean, what
am I supposed to do with this magic thing, anyhow? It's like . . . there has to be a meaning to it,
some reason for it. Elizabet's the only other person I know who has this magic talent that I have,
not counting the killer elves, or whatever they are.
If I go to college, and med school after that, then maybe I'll learn just what I can do with this. If
I'm a doctor, then I can help people and they won't know that it's magic; they'll think it's medicine.
Maybe I can learn how to cure cancer.
She was quiet for most of the drive into Hollywood, thinking about that.
Want to talk about it? Elizabet asked, as they drove through the slow-moving traffic onto Hollywood
Boulevard.
It's just . . . Kayla began, then faltered. Well, I keep thinking there has to be a reason for this, this
magic stuff. I mean, why else would I have it?
Elizabet smiled. Thinking that you were put on God's Earth for a reason, child, that's ego. What you
have is a gift, and you have to figure out how best to use it. She braked as the street light changed to red
and glanced at Kayla. Where did you want to start looking for your friend? she asked.
Kayla looked at the street, the cars moving slowly through the intersection ahead of them. It was only
late afternoon, but already the night people were starting to appear: men in dirty clothes slouching against
the storefronts, women walking by in high heels and tight skirts. Two motorcycle cops were parked near
the intersection, watching the traffic go by.
Oh, I don't know, Kayla said. I guess we should stop back She stopped, realizing that she was
about to use the word home for Suite 230. And that that word didn't fit it anymore. I guess we should
look at the office building first, she -finished awkwardly.
All right, Elizabet said. She waited for the signal to change and parked in the lot at the corner of
Hollywood and Cherokee.
Kayla was very quiet as they walked down the street. She led Elizabet down the narrow alley between
two tall buildings and up to the broken window at the back of the office building. Watch out, there's
some glass on the floor, she said, climbing through.
Elizabet nodded, clambering in after her. Kayla stepped around the pile of dirty blankets and old
newspapers, where someone else had obviously set up their digs, and to the stairway down the hall. A
few minutes later, they were on the second floor, and Kayla pushed the door of Suite 230 open with her
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