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Finley ran out the door with the other kid and Ilsa right behind them.  Zoey calling for Hagan made him jump. He sat up and moved to the other side of the couch when Hagan walked by, ready to run if he needed to, but nothing happened. Then she called for him too. Everyone left. He'd rather stay, but he didn't know where they disappeared to or if he would get attacked again. If he went with them would it matter? They'd probably leave him for dead. Maybe not Ilsa. She helped him earlier, but he couldn't trust her. She'll turn on him like everyone else. 

Stacey packed up his guitar, hitched it on his back, and left the bank. Everyone else was at least a half a block away. The town looked like something out of the 60s. He didn't like it here. Things that looked old had too much history to not be haunted or cursed. He wanted to go back inside and be away from all the ghost people walking the street. They didn't make him cold this time around, that's a bonus, but he still walked around them cause it's creepy to walk through them. He couldn't tell what was going on, but something happened to Zoey. She used her powers just for whatever she was talking to disappear. That was alarming. He jogged to catch up, but kept as much distance from them as he could. He kept peeking behind him to watch his back. He didn't want to be caught unaware if Hagan came for him again or if Zoey changed her mind. The more the thought if a repeat of earlier crossed his mind, the worse his anxiety. He jogged to catch up with Finley, Ilsa, and the other kid. Maybe they won't bother him if he's not secluded.