Faced with the reset morning and the newsboy's familiar cries, Roland refused to let frustration overwhelm him.
He took a deep breath and spoke decisively.
"Everyone, take out your notebooks. Check your latest entries."
Trusting Roland completely, Duraga, Galvis, and Avril immediately began to search for their notebooks.
Only Bronson remained standing where he was, perfectly still.
His gaze was somewhat vacant as he stared at the endless stream of people on the street, as if trying to make out a hazy Illusion.
"Mr. Bronson?"
Roland took a step forward, his voice softening with clear concern.
"What's wrong?"
At the sound of his voice, Bronson's body gave an almost imperceptible shudder as he slowly turned his head.
When his eyes met Roland's, they first flickered with a pure, almost alien confusion, as if he were trying to identify a person who had no business being there.
