"No," Micah says, too quickly for him to have put any thought into it. Because of course, when does Micah ever think about what he's doing? He takes a step back from Reece. "I'm sick and tired of watching over my shoulder for... for whatever the hell that is! My face might not be the handsomest face in junior year, but by god, it's mine and I'm not letting some freaky ghost-alien-bodysnatcher steal it!"

Micah hefts his camera again, turns on his heel, and marches after the source of the voice.