3:37 p.m. Passion Ministry

Harry coughed fitfully. Gasped for breath, then managed to point at Rachel. “I can do it. Gimme me another chance. Please!”

Rachel shrank. Something whined inside her head. “No,” she cried. “You’re not going to take me. I won’t tell you. No!”

The screeching sounds pummeled her, but she fought to think. Keep him out! She began humming, then whispering the Star-Spangled Banner. She felt the alien pushing at her weaken, and belted out, “Oh say, can you see...”

The voice snarled.

Rachel was wrenched high into the air. A second later, she crashed to the floor. No...no! She felt something sharp. She fumbled, grabbed the bit of glass. An image of Jimmy’s face, lashes dark against his face, flooded her mind.

She knew what to do...