“Aren’t you forgetting something though?” He asks, crossing his arms.
“Oh right my stuff” I walk around the room searching for my phone. When I don’t find it I head to the living area and continue searching. I glance at the large clock which was my only time-telling friend for two weeks. I spot my backpack where I left it weeks ago and look in. My stuff is still there, including my phone. I grab my phone and right when I’m about to turn it on, Michael swats my hand and the phone drops. Where the hell did he come from?
“What are you doing?” I huff as I pick my phone from the floor, only for him to swat it again.
“Seriously?” I exclaim
“You can’t take that. He’ll track you in a second. And this is what you are really forgetting.” He lifts his hand and between his fingers, I see the fea
