"I'll go, too," Martin said. "Me, too." The last voice came from behind him. Zane turned to see Phoebe leaning against the wall. Maya groaned. "Dammit, Phoebe, if you go, I'll have to, as well. Do you know what this weather is going to do to my hair?" Phoebe smiled. "Wear a hat." "Oh, yeah, that'll help in this rain."