Tuesday: Piecing Things Together
Jas spent the day recuperating, their body weak but their mind racing. The dream had been too detailed, too vivid to dismiss. As they recounted fragments to Ivy Mae and Roman, they exchanged uneasy glances.
“You said there were messages? Ships?” Roman asked.
“Yeah,” Jas replied. “And something about unity or extinction. It’s hazy now, but it felt like a warning.”
Ivy Mae held up a piece of paper. “We found this in the bus while you were out. It was stuffed under a seat.”
The note was scrawled in shaky handwriting: “They’re coming. Prepare yourself. Trust no one but each other.”
Jas’s stomach turned. “It’s just like the dream. Do you think…?”
“No idea,” Roman said, looking out the window at the now-quiet sky. “But we can’t ignore it.”