We collapsed, breathless and trembling, in the back of the Catholic church, the only place that felt truly safe. Ms. Liza was crying, great heaving sobs of relief and terror. Luna was there, but she was faint, almost transparent. The massive expenditure of energy had drained her nearly to nothing.
"She's fading," I whispered, my heart breaking.
Ms. Liza looked up, wiping her tears. She followed my gaze to the empty space where Luna shimmered. She couldn't see her, but she believed. "Then we have no time left," she said, her voice regaining its steel. "We end this. Now."