Im fine, Oliver stammered, barely making eye contact. He gazed at the door, desperate for the white light to allow him to leave. I just have to… I have things to do.

He went to move past her, but Hazel took a step to block him. She fixed her concerned, gray eyes on him.

Oliver, whats wrong? she said, more insistent this time.

Just then, Ralph emerged from the changing room. He took a second to survey Hazel and Oliver before him, then quirked his head to the side. Whats going on, guys?

Olivers mind was reeling too much to get his thoughts in order. I have to stop him.

Ralph and Hazel exchanged a confused glance.

Stop who? Ralph asked.

Olivers mind was frantic. He paced away from them only to find his route blocked by Walter, Simon, and Esther coming out from behind the changing curtains and into the main airlock.

You guys okay? Walter asked, looking bemused.

Crumbs, I do hope youre not having a barney, Simon said.

Its Oliver, Hazel told them. Hes had a bad dream or something.

Not a dream, Oliver explained. A vision or a premonition or something. Ive had them before. I know who attacked the school.

Esther gasped. She grabbed Olivers elbow and steered him through the doorits light now glowing redand out to the benches beneath the kapok. Everyone followed, crowding around Oliver.

Who attacked the school? Esther asked him.

Lucas, Oliver stammered. The man who killed my guide. He was behind the attack and hes planning another. With an army, this time, and a bomb. I need to get back to Armandos factory. I need to stop him.

How do you know all this? Hazel asked. She looked very confused.

I saw it in my dream! Oliver exclaimed. He didnt have time for this. He needed to leave. Now.

He tried to shove his way through the group, but they butted their shoulders together, preventing him from getting past. Hazel looked perturbed. Simon, Walter, and Esther gave each other worried looks.

Youre not leaving the school, Ralph told him sternly, and risking expulsion just because of a dream.

He pushed down on Olivers shoulders, forcing him to sit. Oliver relented, sinking to the bench with a huge exhalation. He felt like the wind had been knocked right out of him.

It wasnt just a dream, Oliver said. It was a premonition. Ive had them before.

Esther took a seat beside Oliver. She rested her hand gently on Olivers arm. It was comforting.

Start at the beginning, she said, softly.

Oliver felt some of the tension in his body release. I dreamt that Armando died. Then he did. Now the man I think killed him is trying to destroy the school.

His thoughts were so jumbled it was almost impossible to articulate them in ways his friends could comprehend.

And you know this because of a dream? Hazel asked, folding her arms, looking down at him.

Yes, Oliver said tersely.