“The same night?” His eyes searched mine, the same confusion coming over his face. I pushed the notepad in his direction once more, allowing him to read the remnants of my memory of the vision. His eyes slowly turned wider as he read, until finally he dropped the paper onto the coffee table and hung his head back. His hand ran over his face, “so now we just have to figure out whenever this hell night is,” he grumbled. “Did you see any clues that could help us?” He asked, and I wish I had more.
“Everything I saw, I wrote down. The visions are always dark and sometimes blurry, it’s hard to make out details,” my shoulders drooped as I spoke. Why couldn’t I have discovered these powers earlier? I felt like I was only causing more harm than good lately, making Alex worry about the future when
