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No response.<br />
Could they hear me?<br />
The light folded over me. I felt myself begin to float.<br />
It was a frightening feeling. As if I were losing control of my body.<br />
“Ready!” I screamed. “Zack—ready! Can you hear me, Zack?”<br />
It seemed to take Zack hours to reply. “Okay,” I heard him say. His voice sounded so tiny, so far<br />
away.<br />
Miles and miles away.<br />
“Ready!” I cried. “Ready!”<br />
“Okay!” Again I heard Zack’s voice.<br />
But the light was so bright, so blindingly bright. Waves of yellow light rolling over me. Ocean<br />
waves of light.<br />
Sweeping me away with it.<br />
“Pull the chain, Zack!” I screamed. At least, I think I was screaming.<br />
The light was tugging me so hard, dragging me away, far, far away.<br />
I knew I would float away. Float forever.<br />
Unless Zack pulled the chain and brought me back.<br />
“Pull it! Pull it! Please—pull it!”<br />
“Okay.”<br />
I saw Zack step up to the mirror.<br />
He was blurred in shadows. He stepped through dark shadows, on the other side of the light.<br />
So far away.<br />
I felt so feather light.<br />
I could see Zack in the shadows. He jumped up. He grabbed the lamp chain.<br />
He pulled it down hard.<br />
The light didn’t click off. It glowed even brighter.<br />
And then I saw Zack’s face fill with horror.<br />
He held up his hand. He was trying to show me something.<br />
He had the chain in his hand.<br />
“Max, the chain—” he stammered. “It broke off. I can’t turn off the light!”
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