My mom is asleep in her room, and when I checked on her, she stirred a bit, but then rolled over and nodded right back off, her breathing heavy and deep. I’m not sure what kind of spell Reed put on her, but she seems to be okay, at least physically. She’ll probably sleep for a few more hours. There’s a heaviness in my body, the kind of heaviness you get when you’re getting sick. I’m having a hard time keeping my mind on the television, and I grab a blanket off the back of the couch and pull it down over my body, wrapping myself into a cocoon and drifting in and out of sleep. I’m woken by a knock on the door. I freeze, not sure if I should answer it. It could be Reed, back and ready to use more extreme methods to convince me the fate of the world is in my hands. Yes, he brought me home from the school like he said he would, but that doesn’t mean I can trust him. He’s just buying time, retreating for a little while until he figures out his next move. The knock comes again, harder this time, and followed by the doorbell ringing.
