Meier saw that something was wrong and put the book aside, coming to Paige on the floor, sitting beside her on his knees.
He wanted to get Paige's attention but didn't dare to say a word or disturb her, as whatever she thought about seemed important. He glimpsed down at the drawing of Jamal; he knew at once that whatever it was that was going on here, it meant 'danger'.
Paige slowly reached for the drawing, and with a calmness that she didn't know she had, she folded the paper, until it was only a small piece.
Then she stuffed it in her soft bra, under her shirt.
Taking the pencils, she stood up and put them on the desk where she had taken them, in exactly the same position as they were before.
With a fingertip, she rolled a pencil back in order, while thinking.
Lance had warned her of James, so naturally she had some thoughts about why he was here, and what he was.
What was the biggest threat to them?
Naturally, it was a creator.
