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It was the third day of Hannah’s hibernation, and Richard was getting nervous. “She’s not a vampire, Elaine. I don’t think she’ll be able to survive months of hibernation like Eli did. She’ll die of starvation.”

“We don’t know what she’s capable of, Rich. She’s…unique.”

“We know she’s no stronger than Eli or Oskar,” he retorted. “And Eli just barely survived herself with her full strength.”

“That doesn’t sound like a rigorous scientific observation to me, Rich. You’re thinking with your heart now. Eli could have hibernated another month or two safely. Believe me, I know.”

Oskar and Eli dozed off quickly, but Hannah just couldn’t go to sleep. She could feel the subtle tingling of the Ejuice coursing through her veins, even though most of it had long ago been used by her weak neural network to direct the repair of any remnants of damage she had overlooked herself, just as Jack had predicted it would. But … what was it doing now? She knew she was as strong as she would ever be; consequently, it should be dormant now, waiting patiently for her to need it, but it wasn’t. It was being used to do…something. She could sense the activity. What could it be?