“Reports are coming in from the gymnasium that more are pouring in,” Hank says. “One must have gotten a door open somehow.”

“Why don’t you just lock them in there until the others get back?” I ask.

Hank smiles at me and shrugs. “I would rather they not have to deal with this. I can handle it. Besides, we need to contain the situation with as little noise as possible before it gets worse.” He holds up a hand in the air. “We are prepared to get rid of them, so we aren’t asking you to help us. You are guests here. This is not your fight.”

“Hadn’t planned on it,” Gilbert says under his breath.

Hank ignores him and begins to lead his people down the hallway.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” I say.

“What do you mean?” Ethan asks.

Their backs are to us as they continue into the darkness and I know that this might be an opportunity to test my new ability. Perhaps if I see something bad happen in the future, this time I will be able to prevent it.

“Hank wait!” I say. He stops and all eyes fall on me. I run ahead and reach out for his hand before he can object.

The familiar white light flashes in my eyes and I see Hank leading the charge into the gymnasium. The fight only lasts a few minutes, but Hank somehow gets cornered. He smashes the head of a greyskin but doesn’t realize that there is another greyskin lurking behind him. It reaches out and grabs his arm and, before he can move, it sinks its rotten teeth into his wrist.

I let go of his hand. An icy chill settles inside me as I stare at Hank’s face. He looks at me with a smile as usual, but he also seems confused.

“You can’t go,” I blurt out.

“I’m sorry, Waverly, but it is my duty,” he answers.

“But you can’t!”

“Waverly,” Ethan says, standing next to me. “What’s going on?”

“Why are you so worried?” Hank asks.

I want to tell him that I’ve seen the future. I want to say that I have this ability, but I know Hank won’t believe me, Ethan will think I’m crazy, and Gilbert will never let me live it down.

“I just…” I can’t get the words out. “What if you get bitten on the wrist or something?”

“It is certainly a possibility,” Hanks says. He smiles and pats me on the shoulder and then starts walking away from me.

“It’s not only a possibility,” I say. I can feel my voice shaking. “If you go down there, that will happen.”

He stops and turns to look at me, his eyebrows lowered, but he only shakes his head and continues to walk away.

“Give us weapons,” I say in desperation. “We want to help you.”