trip yawning to hours in the way time stretches like taffy in the reverie of sleep. The dream’s only common thread from beginning to end was Piper’s ever-mounting terror. She’d woken just as they’d crested the first hill’s top. The last thing Heather said before tipping down was, Hang on tight, baby. It gets bumpy from here. Then Piper was awake, vibration under her head, and no true awareness
