"Trisha," Cedrick's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, laced with irritation. "What are you doing? Stop gawking at him and focus."
"I . . . ," Trisha stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just . . . He feels . . . familiar."
Cedrick's expression darkened, his irritation boiling over into anger. "Familiar? Don't be ridiculous. He's nothing but a stranger trying to disrupt our plans. Or do you know him? Is there something you're not telling me?"
But Trisha wasn't so sure. Her eyes returned to Horizon, searching for answers that eluded her. Was it possible that this man, so different yet so eerily alike, could somehow be Cloud? And if it was him, why was he here?
How had he managed to enter this place and survive the second round? Cloud was merely a tamer, with limited prospects of evolving into something greater. Someone like him shouldn't have made it this far.
