Zoe pulled in a really deep, deep breath. Her lungs strained with the effort, and she made a small and slightly strangled sound as she breathed out. She really hoped that he was right, that they could do this, but it was difficult to believe that all her actions wouldn't be in vain. She couldn't bring herself to agree with him and his reassurances - best stick with what she definitely knew.

"Cai won't be there yet. I only just got off the phone to him, he's probably only just leaving his house now but he's only a few blocks over." And Rachel might not even be there.

If Zoe thought about it, there was no reason why Rachel would be at her house, was there? It was just a knee-jerk reaction she'd had: check Rachel's house. Maybe it was premonition? Psychic powers working in a way she didn't quite understand? Maybe blind hope and desperation? Like grabbing a craft knife off a bench to go up against someone with a gun.