I opened my eyes. I’d collapsed again. I groaned. Was this going to happen every time I used telepathy? It wasn’t a very practical ability if this was the result. Or maybe there was something wrong with me. I’d have to ask if it was normal.
My heart crumbled into tiny pieces as I thought of Daniel. Unless by some miracle they’d found him just after I’d been slapped, he’d be long gone. I couldn’t bear to think it.
He’d said he couldn’t hear any noises. No sounds of digging. Tears ran from the corners of my eyes and into my hair on either side of my face.
A blinding light forced me to cover my eyes. What? I shielded my eyes and found that there was a figure made of light hovering in front of me.
The Ghost. It had to be. Right in front of me. How did it get up here on the station?
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