“MG, I need you to focus,” Hope said. She was getting more and more frustrated with her sidekicks’ incompetency. “You have to use your super hearing.”

“We’re running out of time,” Penelope pointed out.

Hope rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. “I’m aware. Come on, MG.”

“How am I supposed to hear anything over you two?” MG had his own growing frustrations boiling over. 

“Sorry,” Hope whispered. 

MG closed his eyes, trying to listen over the sounds of their three beating hearts. “I think I hear her.” 

He sped away in a blur, clawing at a patch of dirt. Hope and Penelope ran in the direction of the sound, arriving just in time to see Josie’s hand shooting out of the ground.

MG pulled her up with a grunt, falling backwards when she rose from the dirt.

“I hate her!” Josie gapsed for air, clutching at her muddy chest. She looked around between the three of them wildly, as if looking for Lizzie or Jo’s face. “I hate them both.”

Penelope reached forward, brushing dirt off Josie’s shoulders. “You’re okay,” she said. She pulled a few larger clumps out of her hair and then pulled her into a hug. “You’re okay.”