Nightmare

She slammed through the doors and out into the parking lot just in time to see the girl hop into a car full of other teenagers and drive off. With her bag. The part of her that had been planning to be a cop after high school screamed at her to get the license plate number, but it was obscured by snow.

Z stood there, up to her bare ankles in fresh snow... for a long moment before she turned back toward the truck stop.

The truck stop that wasn't there. There was nothing anywhere, in any direction, but the snow and the cold. She was alone.

And then she wasn't.

"Looking for me?"

Z turned to find Jack, standing there, looking at her with dark angry eyes. "Jack!" she exclaimed. "Oh my God, Jack!" She flung herself at him--and her arms went right through him. He stepped away and solidified again. Still angry, still so, so angry. "Jack?"

"You left me," he told her. "You were supposed to be my sister. You and me against them all. And you just left me."

"I had to take a chance," she insisted, but she knew it wasn't good enough. "I had to--I. I'm sorry," she sobbed, sliding to her knees in the snow. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry's not good enough," Jack told her. He began to fade away.

"Wait--Jack--no! Don't leave me here!" He was gone. But one last word drifted back to her on the cutting wind:

"Freak."