“Good, you’re awake,” I heard Mr. Calhoun say the moment I opened my eyes. I blinked a couple of times then rose to a seated position. My head was pounding, but that didn’t stop me from looking around and taking the room in. To my surprise, I was no longer in that basement, but in what I assumed to be Mr. Calhoun’s office. The office was about the size of a master bedroom, with a bookshelf that stretched from this very large window to the door. There were also a couple of plants and photos on the wall of art and his family, and Mr. Calhoun was sitting behind an oval shape desk with a newspaper in his hand, while Klaus and Professor Young stood behind him.
“How long was I out?” Was the only thing I could think to ask in that moment, I wanted to ask about the guy and my father, but I had n
