As he scanned the factory floor, Oliver suddenly became aware of the feeling of eyes on him. He turned sharply. The young Lucas was watching him like a hawk from the other side of the factory. Knowing what he now did about the man hed become, Oliver felt more uneasy under his penetrating glare than ever before. Even in his youthful form, Lucas had a nasty expression on his face, like hed sucked a sour lemon. He wondered what made him so bitter.

Oliver knew that Lucas would call the guards on him again, just like he had done the last time hed intruded on the factory. He turned and hurried off, trying to work out where the back rooms of the factory could be reached from. He weaved his way into groups of workmen, trying to get lost within the hubbub.

But suddenly he smacked into someone. Lucas. The evil-looking boy glared into Olivers eyes.

Back so soon? Lucas growled. I thought our guards made it clear that youre not welcome here. You must be wanting your ears boxed to come straight back!

Oliver didnt have time to deal with the young incarnation of Lucas, not when his elderly counterpart was going to destroy the school. But even as a boy, Lucas was testy and stubborn. He folded his arms and blocked Olivers attempts to pass, looking just as hate-filled as the elderly man he would become. There seemed to be something dark within him, evident even at this young age.

Oliver tried to shove past Lucas. But the boy grabbed him roughly, pushing him backward.

GUARDS! Lucas yelled. He came back! Seize him!

From the other side of the factory, Oliver saw the two burly men spot him and leap into action. They looked furious as they barreled through the workers toward him.

He pushed Lucass hands off of him and darted off the other direction. He whizzed across the factory floor, peering around large machines, rushing between workmen, ducking beneath their legs.

He leapt under a table, sliding across the ground on his knees before popping out the other side. Then he was on his feet again, racing to the next group of workmen, making his way across the factory floor in a strange zigzag dance. The corridor with the backrooms was just in sight. He was almost there. Just a few more feet to go.

Oliver burst out of the group and slammed straight into the chests of the two burly guards. They got hold of him and began to drag him roughly to the exit.

No, stop! Oliver pleaded.

We told you to get lost, one barked gruffly.

You dont understand, Oliver begged.

They ignored him, hauling him across the room. His view of the corridors grew more distant as he was pulled backward.

They reached the exit and one of the guards yanked the door open.

Get out! he shouted.

And stay out! the other yelled.