Most of them didn’t make much sense. They were all written in the Doctor’s nearly illegible handwriting. Closing her eyes helped her to focus her energy, to give her brain a moment to process what she did know and understand. There had to be some kind of special order to the ingredients that went into the drug. Every time she’d tried to replicate it, she’d come up with something she couldn’t use. Either something was missing, or she did it wrong because she didn’t understand. For someone who was supposed to know everything, she knew next to nothing. She hated not understanding. “What am I missing?” she asked out loud. A male voice laughed from behind her. “Do you want me to just tell you, or would that ruin all the fun?” Cadence hadn’t been expecting a reply, least of all a stranger. When she faced the voice, she found a teenage boy standing in the doorway. His dark hair was shaggy and fell over his dark eyes.
