The bunker in Montana was eerily quiet.
Michael stood at the entrance, staring out at the snow-covered mountains. The sun was rising, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink. It was beautiful. Peaceful. But Michael felt anything but peaceful.
Three weeks had passed since the defeat of the Void. Three weeks since they'd pushed back the darkness and saved the universe. Three weeks of celebration, of relief, of trying to return to some semblance of normal life.
But something was wrong. Michael could feel it. A gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach that wouldn't go away.
Clarice appeared beside him, her face pale, her eyes troubled. She'd been quiet for days, lost in thought. "You feel it too, don't you?" she asked. "Something's not right."
Michael turned to her. "What do you me
