The Search
In the elevator, we travel up and sideways. When it stops, the door opens to a room with a clear globe in the center, big enough to contain a few people, surrounded by machines that look like generators of strange green energy waves, which are turned down as we enter. “Are we ready?” Azandra asks a man in a white suit standing in front of a panel with a series of dials and different colored lights.
“Yes, councillor, all is ready,” he says.
“Good. Boys, your clothes are fresh and ready for you to change into again. You’ll find them in the room to your right.” She points.
“Right.” Ricky follows me into the room. Our clothes are neatly piled on top of a table with chairs beside it. Everything is there including our shoes. We quickly change.
“Are you ready to travel again?” I a
