He turned to lie down, raising a hand. His fingertips brushed over his eyelids that she had kissed, as if there was still a lingering warmth there. He had barely closed his eyes the previous night. She had had a long chat with Warrior Tucker and seemed dispirited ever since. He had been sitting there, sharing her silence, feeling her pain.
At this point in time.
How could he allow her to suffer any more than she already was? He decided to withhold information about the formula's origins and find another way instead.
After a while, he sat up. The sound of a fine rain could be heard outside the window, casting a hazy pallor over the world.
The weather seemed to share his grief, maintaining an unrelentingly dull and gloomy disposition.
Caleb Baker got out of bed and walked over to the coat hangar. He pulled out another phone from his pocket that he seldom used and turned it on.
As soon as he activated the device, a faint red light blinked a few times at the top of the phone.
