“What model?” Sprite asked, her face going even paler than it was before.

“One seventy.”

Sprite swallowed and nodded; adrenaline suddenly surged through her small body. She was awakening, knife still in her side but the shock rapidly fading to the background. Her vision was still blurred, but it was more like a hyper-focus, her eyes trying to see everything at once.

Helen still had her knee on Scotty’s chest, his finger in her grasp, watch on the blacktop, question on her face.

“How much time is left?” Sprite asked. But before Helen could look, the watch’s alarm started beeping.