What the hell just happened? So many unanswered questions. So many random ass things. Too much that is unknown and my frustration is at its limit. They've proven to be dangerous so we don't chase after them.
"Does anyone here know who they are?" I ask the locker room full of half naked boys.
They all shakes their heads in unison. I read their minds. They are telling the truth. These elite students we just fought have no trace in any of their minds. It may be Zeke's doing. Having access to someone's dreams also means having access to their subconcious mind. Perhaps he altered their memories.
Stealth vessels are a nightmare for me. I've always known all the answers, no matter who or what I was involved in. What the hell am I supposed to do now?
I turn to Tyde who is lost in his own mind. I can hear the storm of anxiety and insecure thoughts that swirl in his head and it begins to grow on the audience of boys here.
