As we wait for someone to come out and meet us, I look at Ethan and Gilbert and ask them not to say anything about what I claim I can do. I didn’t even want to tell them about it, but it just came out. They agree, though not without a snide comment from Gilbert that I don’t fully hear.

We wait for about ten minutes before a man comes out and meets us.

The man from my vision!

I try not to let my face betray my feeling of shock as the man comes near us. He has shaggy hair and a few days of stubble on his face. He carries a rifle over his shoulder. He greets us with a curt smile. He almost seems upset by something.

“Hope you will forgive the delay,” he says. “Today has been quite eventful. My name is Gabe. I’m here to take you inside for questioning.”

After Gabe asks me a few questions about myself, I sit in a small room alone for several long hours. There is no clock, but I would guess that it’s at least nine. I am tired and I wish they would just let us in already.

I reflect on what I saw earlier and I can’t get the images out of my mind. Everywhere I look, every place I go, I search for the surroundings that somewhat resemble the warehouse where all of us will soon be huddled together. The presence of Gabe makes me feel uneasy. It is a confirmation that I am not ready for, but it’s not like I can just blurt out that I’ve seen him in a vision. Everything in me wants to get away from him. I think that if I can keep him away, then I won’t find myself in that situation. But it seems impossible. I feel that if I try to push him away, then me trying to push him away might, in fact, bring me to that situation. But I also feel that if I do nothing then events will inexorably take me down the road to Gilbert’s doom.

After what seems like forever, Gabe finally opens the door to my room and leads me to another where there is a chair and table waiting for me. I expect to see Ethan and Gilbert, but they are not here. Gabe tells me to have a seat and that a man named Paxton will be with me shortly. He leaves the room and I sit here alone.

I hate the feeling of being alone. I hate being in this room. I don’t know why, but part of me would rather be on the outside, taking my chances with the greyskins. But I tell myself that if they let me in, everything will be better. I will be able to start something that resembles a life.