The following night Ezra and Essen, who was still in the wheelchair, were in a grimy, dilapidated elevator going downwards. Essen kept his bushy beard and his head was under a blue baseball hat that was pulled as far as it could have gone down into his face. Ezra wore a black hoodie with the hood drawn over his head.
"This place doesn't feel safe Essen...nor hygienic," Ezra complained, brushing off a cockroach that was quickly crawling up his jacket.
"Just keep it cool, Ezra. We're here to get Merci. You said she could teleport. Well, we need a teleporter to bust David out of that asylum."
"Wow, we're still going forward with that plan," he said with a freakishly scared smile.
"Ezra, I told you we need to assemble the whole team. David is a part of that team. I'm not leaving him in th
