Finally, she felt a second sting as he stuck something in her arm.

Then, she did not see anything anymore.

"I don't know!" Carla screamed, tears running down her face. Cops had shown up, asking about where Madison had gone. They'd triangulated the position of Mr. Vern's SUV after a 911 call had come in with no one responding. They'd found him in the vehicle, drugged and unconscious with Madison's bags still in the back, but no sign of her.

"She just said that she was going to go run an errand."

"Did she mention the name Daryl Mosley? No? How about Detrius Pratchett."

"She didn't mention any names. Just ‘an errand.' I didn't mean —'

“It's not your fault," Anthony said, wrapping his arms around her and glaring at the cops.

“Why would you think anything was up?"

"He's right," Edgar said.

"We just need to know everything. Turns out that Detrius Pratchett's real name is Daryl Mosley, and we're pretty sure he's the kidnapper. He had some kind of relationship with the professor that Reichert replaced."

"He's got her, doesn't he?" Carla whimpered.

“It's my fault. If I'd gone with her --"

“He disabled a trained security guy and took Madison. You being there would have just put you in danger as well. The guy's a trained sorcerer, and he knows everything about shifter physiology. That's how he managed to keep shifters hostage."

“We need to find him! He's going to kill Madison, and... and --"

Carla just broke down again.

“Mr. Adler," one of the new security guys said, "Mr. Hannity has been told. He's on his way here. But we have another problem."

"What?"

"There's another shifter missing."

In a cold, cold place.

Madison's eyes opened, and she did not feel good. Her whole body seemed to be cold, inside and out. Her limbs struggled to obey the commands of her brain as she slowly stretched out from the fetal position she found herself in. She was leaning up against a smooth surface, and her feet encountered something solid just a few feet away. She started to use her echolocation, but stopped herself.

"Does he know that I'm Gifted?' she thought murkily. She had gone pretty public with it. She decided to hold off, instead just feeling her way around. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt her way around. She seemed to be in a tube of glass or smooth plastic or something, which would look pretty much the same for her echolocation anyway. From above, she felt a slight waft of cold air, so the tube was probably open on top.

"Detrius?' she thought, her mind swimming. Everything came roaring back to her as she tried to grasp her situation. ‘How could he do this? It doesn't make sense.'

"You awake?" came a voice, but it wasn't Detrius's.

"I thought he'd killed you." The sound drifted in from on high, muted but recognizable.