Whatever she damn well pleases. Shura's well acquainted with that sentiment. It's almost tempting to take the old rutted path she knew so well. But then she thinks of a few stupid faces, the dumb faces of the twins she left behind, and then Strange's crooked grin.

Even this pathetic shred of life is something she wants to try living.

"They're watchin' us--whoever or whatever brought us back." Shura says, almost serious enough to sound sober. "When I bit it a few months ago, I saw them. And I keep seein' them. Never long enough to get a good look, but it's the same guy."