We hadn’t been abusing the bathroom privileges, knowing that’s what they wanted us to do. It took forever before I felt the familiar tingle along my neck. Holding off a couple of minutes, I then bum-rushed the bathroom and knocked softly on the door to his cell. He was there within a second. “Miss me?” “Do your Lite-Brite thing.” I moved from one foot to the other. “Come on.” He looked at me strangely, but a second later he was a glowing comet. What’s up? In a rush, I told him everything about the creepy kid in the hallway, what Archer had said about them, what Prometheus really was, and what Archer had said about us sharing a mutual friend. I don’t trust any of this, but either Archer hasn’t told anyone what he’s picked up from you or me or he has, and for some reason we haven’t been called out on it. Daemon’s light pulsed. Jesus, this just keeps getting more and more bizarre.
