Eighteen

The small group sat together in the park. Twelve and Six were nervous, constantly glancing around and jittering. Leigh was too tired to feel nervous or scared. Her thoughts were busy though, constantly turning to Skylar. Was she ok? Was she being hurt? Was she still alive? What if they were too late?

"You gotta stop thinking so much," said Twelve. Leigh expected him to be smirking, but he was looking her dead in the eye, frowning. Six was wandering the edge of the pond, throwing in stray rocks.

"Why? What do you mean?" She wondered why it was bad to think so much. After all, wasn't it good to think?

"You get too much into your head. Eventually, it'll drive you crazy." His frown deepened. Leigh shook her head, scrunching her forehead.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's good to think," said Leigh. Twelve snorted.

"Are you thinking about your friends? They're fine. They looked fine. A little scraped up, maybe. But fine."