After taking it all in and finally calming down, Jelo lay back down and forced himself to sleep.
Morning came quickly.
Jelo had made up his mind.
After thinking it through, he decided they needed to meet Tongen. His new ability wasn't something he could ignore, and there was no one better suited to guide him.
So they set out to meet up with Tongen.
After getting dressed and preparing for the day, the four of them left together.
The streets were quieter than usual.
Too quiet.
Jelo walked slightly ahead of the others, his hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning everything without really focusing on anything. The dream still clung to him—the ruined city, the Dabas, the way Ken had gone still in that thing's grip like the life had simply been pressed out of him.
He shook his head.
It was just a dream.
That was the right answer. The logical answer. He repeated it the way you repeat something when you're trying to make it stick.
It didn't stick.
