"Taking it hard, huh?" A strange voice said behind her. She turned. It was Stephanie Wright.
"What do you want?" Sarah McMillan would have added the word freak, or loser.
"I know what happened to you. Before you ask, I don't know who or why. There are many of us. We have meetings to talk about it." She reached into her bag and handed Sarah a piece of paper. "The top number is my cell. The bottom is where and when to meet. Don't tell anyone. Remember, they'll think you're crazy."
She paused. "You know who I am?"
"Yeah, Sarah." She smiled. "Not so high and mighty now, are you? Anyone who has had their life changed is resistant, some more than others. You'll remember anyone else who changes, but not anyone who was changed before you." She started to walk away.
"But, I have questions."
"Call me. No answers in public." She turned a corner and hurried off.
