Kevin slumped against the tree trunk. He'd probably climb it if he knew how. He'd spent the whole night wandering, trying to find somewhere that felt safe, familiar. And trying to understand how he'd gotten here. He'd told Jonathan to take him to Las Vegas, said it while holding the Djinn's bottle. Jonathan had to obey him. So how had he come here, to that city that sent him to this place? He almost felt like crying, except he didn't cry. Ever. At least, not when anyone could see.

He slid to the ground only to look up and see another boy in the tree. Kevin jumped back to his feet with a startled yelp. Too bad his powers didn't seem to work here. He'd burn the tree. Or at least the branch that boy was sitting on. He didn't want to die. His hand found his neck. Was it really only yesterday that Yvette had made Jonathan kill him? Well, not quite kill him, but that had been the intent. He didn't want to feel that again.