[b][i]Chapter Two[/i][/b] [right]6.[/right]

	As he waited for Jenna to return with their little sister, Cole had picked his textbook back up and was absently flipping through its pages. He sighed, setting it on the kitchen counter, and stared out their front window. Rain had begun to fall lightly, and the clouds made the evening much darker than it should have been. A quiet, distant roll of thunder broke the silence and calmed Cole’s mind, but only until her realized that his sisters were still out in the woods. Again, he sighed. He turned and opened the back door, and was hit with shock when he saw Dillon standing in front of him with Penelope limp in his arms, unconscious. Before the shock wore off, he felt anger toward his brother and, admittedly, a bit of fear.

	“What did you [i]do[/i]?” he asked, voice low and threatening.

	“I didn’t do anything,” said Dillon, forcing himself past Cole to lay Penelope on their couch. “She’s not hurt. She’s just asleep. Jenna’s still in the woods, in a whole bunch of poppy flowers. I’m guessing that’s why they fell asleep - the poppies.”

	Cole was doubtful. “Poppies don’t really make you fall asleep,” he said. “That’s just in the stories. A myth.” As he thought, it made less sense. “And they don’t grow in autumn. Do they?”

	Dillon put a hand tenderly on Penelope’s forehead before turning to Cole with a stoic expression. “Stranger things have happened in Rockwell. RIght?”

	“I’ll go get Jenna,” the other replied, disregarding the statement his brother had made.

	“No.”

	Having started for the back door again, Cole stopped in his tracks and looked at Dillon. Puzzled, he asked, “Why not?”

	“[i]I[/i] know where she is,” he argued. “She was with Penny. I’ll go get her.”

	“I’m going with you.”

	“No,” Dillon was raising his voice. “You have to stay with Penny.”

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