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Chapter Sixty-Two Part Two: In Which Everybody Has a Hard Time Collaborating
“How come you’re here? How did you even get here? And how did you open the locked door?” Jack exclaimed, stumbling back a little. Flint grinned widely and didn’t say anything.
“Oh, great,” Snow sighed, after she recovered from the shock. “As if we need more trouble.”
Rose got up from bed, went around Flint (who was eyeing her with an interested expression she didn’t like) and closed the door. She quickly scribbled on a piece of paper, We need to be more careful, since there is more of us now. We can’t afford to get caught.
“Rose is right,” Jack said. “We need to focus on the important things and make a plan. And if Flint will get in the way, then we can just lock him in this room until it’s over.”
“But he has a bobby pin. He can pick locks. That’s how he got in here,” Snow said nervously.
“Well, then…” Jack leaned over and tried to snatch the bobby pin, but Flint hopped out of the way and shoved the book he was holding into Jack’s hands.
“Wha-” Jack looked at the book. The Use of the Unseen in Dark Potions: Advanced was in bold letters on the front. Oh.
“A present for you!” Flint said cheerily, by way of explanation. “You’re welcome!”
He stared at Flint. “Seriously, what in the world happened to you?”
“That’s anyone’s guess,” Snow muttered. “Just deal with it.”
Rose looked over Jack’s shoulder at the book. She showed Jack a slip of paper with the words What is it? written on it.
“Read it for yourself.” Jack tossed the book to her. “Now. A plan.” He clapped his hands together. “How about we use the invisibility- never mind, that won’t work… Maybe we could… wait, no…”
Rose scribbled on a piece of paper and showed it to Snow, who read the message with a curious expression. They exchanged a few words and then Snow said, “Um… Jack, Rose discovered something that you might want to check out.”
Chapter Sixty-Three: In Which An Odd Conversation Takes Place
“Wake up, Flake,” someone called faintly. “Wake up…”
Wake up…? How? Am I awake? Am I dreaming? How can I wake up? And how did I fall asleep in the first place? Flake thought in his head. I can’t open my eyes, I can’t move, and I have a feeling I’m in trouble… what kind of trouble? Where am I? In my room? No, I don’t think so… what was I even doing before this? I think I had his headache or something… how did I fall asleep… and who was telling me to wake up?
“Something bad is going to happen.”
That voice again. Who is it? What is going to happen? Is it really bad? Can I prevent it?
“Possibly, but only with my help, and it might be out of my boundaries to do so.”
What? What boundaries? Who are you? Did you just respond to my question? And what’s going to happen? And why does your voice suddenly sound a bit familiar…
“Perhaps it is because you have met me before.”
“Yes. But I can’t explain right now. Can you give me permission to merge with you?”
“No time to explain. Just open your mind and let me go in.”
“Shh. Go to sleep.”
Flake woke up. He felt… weird. It was like his senses were maximized, and he could feel, taste, and hear everything with alarming clarity, and all the information collided with him at once.
He tried to get the basics straight. He was strapped in a chair, with bright lights all around him, and there was a familiar person standing at the other end of the room…
Flake came to a realization.