Blake's mind raced with thoughts of home as the gravity of their situation settled over him. The warm glow of dawn was now filtering through Dumpheries' windows, casting long shadows across the book-strewn room. Despite the exhaustion of their all-night research session, Blake felt a surge of restless energy coursing through him.
"Dumpheries," he said, his voice tight with urgency, "is there any way we can check on Rose? I need to know how she's doing, if there's been any change. The cell phone signals here are all scrambled up,"
Reggie spoke up, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and frustration. "I left a communication crystal with Gunther for exactly this purpose. But we'd need another pair to establish a connection from here."
Blake's brow furrowed in confusion. "A communication crystal? What's that?"
