> John looked up at Ice. "I think it's this kid about our age that I met right before I found you," he said, his face screwed up in thought as to where the kid could've gotten the microchip and as to what else it might possibly be used for.

"That freaky-deaky kid who was running ahead of you?" Ice asks, looking over his shoulder at the microchip. "Is that who you're talking about? Why would you take anything from that guy?" She tries to look serious, but she can't. She giggles quietly under her breath.