The binoculars-filter was gone by the time I ate dinner. I knocked on dad’s door several times, but he was busy for the whole day. I got a sample of Atlanta’s nail, which could account for her skin sample. I hadn’t gotten any of Caspian’s samples, since whatever I did would be suspicious to him. I needed to think of an extravagant game plan.
The clock struck midnight and there was no sign of dad coming out of his room. With the lights off, I stared at the red eyes outside my bedroom window, picturing them to be glowing white. Locks of hair flew to the breeze, a silhouette of the entire body appearing and disappearing like a mirage under the streetlights. I couldn’t make out a face, nor could I make out any other colour.
There was a knock on the door and I jolted towards it. Dad was at t
