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I love her. The thought exploded in his mind. It was true. He'd been
keeping it a secret, even from himself. Loving a human wasn't smart. It
wasn't safe. But he couldn't help it. He loved Liz, and he would not let
her die.

"Let me through!" he heard Liz's father yell from behind him. "Let me see
her!"

Max didn't move. He didn't answer. He had to focus on Liz now. Liz was the
only thing that mattered.

He closed his eyes and began drawing deep, even breaths. Trying to make
the connection.

Think about Liz, he ordered himself. Anything about her.

The way her hair always smelled of jasmine. The way a dimple appeared in
her left cheek when she smiled. The way she loved to tell stupid alien
jokes. The way she listened with total concentration when he talked to
her.

Ahhh. He almost had it. He almost had the connection. He just needed to
get a little closer....

"The ambulance is almost here," Michael muttered behind him.

Max took another breath.

Images flashed into his mind, coming so fast, Max could hardly register
one before the next appeared.

A stuffed dog with a chewed-off ear. A Mr. Wizard junior chemistry set. A
blond little girl holding a baby bird. An onrushing car. Liz at about age
five in a pink dress covered with cupcakes. A valentine. The high dive of
a large swimming pool. Max's own face.

And he was in. Connected.

He could feel the blood gushing out of Liz's body as if it were his own.
Feel her breath in his own lungs. Hear the sound of her heartbeat in his
own ears.

First the bullet, Max told himself. He focused his attention on Liz's
body. On their body.

Yes. There it was. He could sense the exact position of the bullet. Of the
lead. Of the molecules of lead.

Then he nudged the molecules. That's the only way he could describe it. He