BOOK TWO: HIDE when you can't run anymore The last of the dust has settled. Reid coughs what is left of it from his lungs and huddles by himself in the flickering light of the weak bulb. The tunnel walls are rough and far from comfortable to lean against but he has nothing else so he lives with it. Most of the kids have stopped crying at least. Since the blast closed the entrance, they've shivered together in terror that the ceiling will fall in on them. Reid doesn't care about it, not any more. He thinks he would happily die now if it meant he didn't have to live with Drew's sacrifice. When they first met, Reid never would have thought the short, pudgy kid with the glasses and braces and ridiculous penny-loafers would make it even a minute out there in the forest. But Drew's tenacity