CHAPTER TWO
One short nap later, I sat at the table in Nightbolt’s kitchen, still in my Beams costume, although I had removed the helmet, which lay on the floor next to my chair. Nightbolt stood by the stove, humming a tune I didn’t recognize, but which reminded me of those old phonograph records my grandfather used to listen to before he died. On the stove was a small pot full of boiling beans, which actually smelled pretty good, even though I wasn’t a big fan of beans in general. Still, I was so hungry at this point that I was willing to eat anything, because I hadn’t had anything to eat since this morning.
“So, Beams,” said Nightbolt as he poured the beans into two small bowls. “Tell me, what’s your origin?”
“My what?” I said, snapping out of my thoughts and looking at Nightbolt.
“Y
