Madison didn't even make it two feet down the hall before the next attack. Clinging to Rex tightly, she closed her eyes. The distaste for the orangey house was palpable, and she agreed with him--herself?--greatly. But really, what was going on? She wasn't remembering something from her past, and no one had spiked her water.
Running inside, she shook her head of the foreign feelings of irritation at a brother she never had and went to her room. Maybe she wasn't the only one.