Idly, Mina walked up to the pod and rapped upon it with her knuckles. Though the pod appeared soft, its surface sounded hard, even hollow. As she touched it, it lit up like a television.
It was almost as if we were in someone’s head. A man, middle-aged judging by his reflection in the glass, waiting in line for a café to open. His eyes drifted off to the side, looking up as the rising sun backlit a massive, gothic cathedral. Faintly, we could just hear him chuckling.
After a few seconds of that, the picture disappeared.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I think… I think we just saw inside the Splinter’s mind. I think we saw where it is right now. Could you identify the location?” Mina asked back.
The cathedral looked familiar. I racked my brain for the name that matched up with its impressiv
