Chapter 26

• “Charlee, good morning. I see you’ve already been briefed. You got your stuff, right?” Mr. Philips, a graying middle-aged man with a sturdy build sweeps into the hall in his usual manner, never having enough time to stand still. I know him well enough to not waste his time.
• “Yeah, I… I’ve got all my stuff. Wait, can you please explain what’s happening? At least, tell me where I’m going and what I’m going to be doing there.” I walk up to him and try not to look as scared as I feel.
• Mr. Philips studies my face for a moment.