Twenty-One
ClarityThe silver-toned box sat on the bookshelf between two enormous scientific volumes I remembered from home. They were a few of the possessions my parents brought to the Contagion Eradication Centre for Intelligent Life when they'd first agreed to work with Cecil at the compound. But they didn't realize at the time they would become imprisoned there.
The box, like my head, also held secrets. On top of it was my grandfather's pearl-handled pocketknife. The same one Caleb used to carve his alphanumeric message inside the wardrobe at the old house. At the time, he was just coming out from under the influence of the hypno-drug.
“Go before too late,” I whispered as I picked up the knife and envisioned the carving of the characters G-O-B-4-2-L-8. Beth and I had found the knife
