Chapter Sixty-Six
Just in case, I desperately focus again.
Nothing.
And one more time.
Zilch.
Fine. If Headspace is outside my reach, I’ll just have to act in the real world.
Except I have no idea how to act or what to do. I need something completely random, but what?
Maybe Darian would get confused if I started to dance a jig or sing a song in the middle of all this, like a court jester?
Somehow, that ridiculous thought sparks an idea. A plan that has almost no chance of working—only I have nothing else.
The strong point of this idea is that it will give us a chance. In fact, “chance” is the key variable here, so maybe—
Darian shows up—just as in my visions.
He raises the gun.
I grab Felix and use him as a human shield yet again, then keep him upright just as I did in the last
