on Monday. As he walked across the manicured grass in the direction of the school buildings, along with scores of other kids, the events of the evening before seemed increasingly like a strange dream. He hadn’t told his mom about Fox and Christian’s plan to break into the medical centre, of course, or any of their strange ideas for that matter. He didn’t want her worrying about the delusional locals he’d somehow befriended just a day after arriving at the complex. Although she was trying hard not to show it, he could tell she was stressed about the new job. The last thing he wanted was her thinking that he’d fallen in with a bad crowd again. And he certainly didn’t need the hassle of her lecturing him about it either. The walk to school took less than ten minutes. The other students were dressed in green and gold school uniforms and ambled along like any other kids Henry had seen – not like robots at all. Henry had yet to receive his uniform, so he was dressed in the smartest pair of trousers he had and a plain white shirt.
