When I wake up again, I'm in the hospital. There are plastic tubes all around me. My ribs don't feel so shattered anymore. I look down and see a scar all across my torso. I hit the call-a-nurse button. A young nurse with bright red, flowing hair that meets her waist in length. "Hi, I'm Becca, your nurse," she says kindly. "Hello, Becca," I reply. "What's this scar?" I nod at my ribcage. "You shattered your ribcage awful bad. We performed an emergency surgery to fix that up. There's a girl in the waiting room - looks just like you. She family?" "My sister," I answer, relieved. "Is she all right?" "She's fine, but she's real worried. D'you want her to come in?" Becca asks. "Sure," I say. Becca click-clacks with her high heels out of the room. Seconds later, a tearful Shera flies in. "EmilyI'msosorry!" She gasps, running all her words together. "It's fine - really." Becca pokes her head in. "Sorry to interrupt y'all, but Miss Emily Odell is free to go." "Thanks," I almost shout, leaping up out of bed. I rush into the lobby and out the front door with Shera following close behind me. "I know where I have to go," I say. I realize we're still in our Project Uniforms. "Well, first to Kohl's," I laugh. So we hitchhike to Kohl's (literally) and shop for clothes. When we leave with armfuls of bags, we pop into the Apple store next door and I buy an iPhone 6 to replace the iPhone 5C I lost in the hurricane. Then, I dial Max's number.