Prologue

That boy should know better than to run away like this. The town isn't safe for us.
I am just constantly moving in and out of people, one after another. It felt wrong in some way, but it was what I had done my whole life: I was born this way, it's not my fault. I saw flashes of girls in pink dresses, beaches, parades, ice cream and plenty of other things that kids did in this town but not a single vision of him. That's when my thoughts got the better of me.
What if they found him? What if he's already dead? We've out stayed our welcome here, haven't we? But...we were so careful this time. How could they have found us?
Suddenly someone's mind spoke out to me in particular, they had seen him.