“Course not,” Toby smiled. “That would’ve been smart. But this place has a hold on me. Tried to fight it once, but… it’s home.” For better or for worse, Point Pleasant was where he wanted to be. He was sure it would get him killed one day, but until then he’d be happily building his little group of misfits—some supernaturally weird, some just normally weird, but all of them friends. Now that Adrian had made that group, Toby wouldn’t let him go without a fight. They could be there for each other, no matter what the town threw at them.