In particular, the days that followed our meeting with Zoe were a rather indistinct combination of secret work and increasing nervous tension. When Chase and I moved back to my house, we took over my basement and set up shop, so to speak, for another hunt. The Curriculum walls were decorated by various maps, timelines and pieces of information linked by the red string hanging from the ceiling and growing thicker every day.
Hidden in the middle of all these was Zoe’s notebook. We’d spent hours staring at the bizarre symbols present in the text, which looked like arrays of random combinations of numbers and letters. Together with the badly done sketches of constellations, which were as incomprehensible to us as before, no matter how much we frustrated ourselves.
Chase threw the pen on th
