I couldn’t believe I was thinking it, but Mr. Farden—my seemingly deranged previous high school History teacher and now a wanted man—was actually right.
Agent Leigh sent me home and I was able to sneak back into my bedroom by around 5 am. As soon as I got in, I sat on the edge of my bed and tried to call Martin. I wasn’t sure if I was expecting him to pick up, since I had no idea if he got his comm link back, but I had to try. After a while, the ringing stopped and I heard his voice say “Hello?” on the other line.
“Martin!” I exclaimed in relief, feeling like a weight had just been lifted off my chest. “Oh my God are you okay?”
“I am,” he answered with a yawn. “What’s up? Why are you calling this early?”
“I was just, uh, I had to wake up early for my exams,” I lied. At that point, I
