At most, fifteen minutes passed since Alistair left with the Magi, and those fifteen minutes crawled by. Crawled. Just when I was going to ask Gabrielle about going for a run, two people appeared in the road. I recognized one as my grandfather; I had no idea who the other one was. He was young, wearing dress slacks, dress shoes, and a sleeveless vest over his dress shirt. The thickness of the lenses in his glasses would put the finest telescopes to shame. His entire demeanor betrayed his fright.
We all piled out of the vehicles, and I watched Grandpa look around before his gaze locked on our general area. We started walking to meet them but were still within the illusion’s radius when the young man spoke.
“I… I thought you said they’d be here.”
“Patience, young man,” Grandpa replied.
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