The white of bone peeked through muscle and sinew, blood pumping loud in her ears and never in time with the clock. Further down the hall, someone whispered, the words indistinct, and it only frightened Claire more as her face blanched from the pain. She didn't cry anymore, she didn't gag, simply bit down hard enough on her lower lip to draw blood and yanked suddenly at her leg until everything cracked back into place. Gasping for breath, Claire pulled herself back onto her feet, dizzy and forgetting which way she'd come from in the first place.

All of the lockers seemed to be stretching upward, toward a ceiling growing further and further from her.

"Peter," she whimpered under her breath, tears easily spilling over as she tried to decide which way to run. "Peter was here, where did Peter go?"