They found their feet. Raven brushed them both down again, but more sand seemed to reappear, sticking to their clothes in thick clumps. Ronan held his hands up to the sky, giggling as the fine pellets danced along his palms, forming clear patches among the grain coated surface.

"No. You're not tired. I'm not tired, and I think we both deserve a kickass adventure after everything we've both been through these last few days. But first we have to find a store that's still open. I have an idea on how to make all our blues go away."

"How, birdie?" he asked, slipping his hand into the big guy's. They...