Charlie stared at the frail, small old man covered in soot. She wondered how long he had been there. She wondered what he was doing there. She wondered if he had been running from something. If he had been hiding from something. If he had been forced there. Maybe the door had been locked from the outside, and he had been trapped there all this time, and it was Kaos and the others who found him and freed him.
But it didn’t look like this man wanted to go anywhere.
He continued sitting there on the floor, his frosted eyes not seeing them. He stared at nothing. He barely even moved.
Charlie didn’t even know what to say. Part of her wondered if she was just imagining this. If she wanted somebody to be able to help them so badly that she had just conjured this man up in her imagination, and
