Wednesday: Connecting the Dots
The tablet projected a new image—this time of the ships hovering ominously over major cities. One was directly above Vancouver. Ivy Mae gasped. “That’s why they wanted us to leave.”
The group debated the meaning of the transmissions. Jas, always the thinker, said, “What if it’s not about peace or war? What if they’re testing us? Seeing how we react?”
Roman looked skeptical. “You’re saying they’re playing mind games?”
Ivy Mae’s eyes lit up. “It’s like Arrival! Communication isn’t always about words—it’s about understanding.”
A loud crash interrupted their thoughts. Hailstones the size of fists began pelting the bus. The storm had returned, fiercer than ever.