“Sarah?” I said. “What are you doing here? Where am I? Where are the others?”
Sarah just kept smiling. “The others are safe. But they aren't important at the moment. What is important is fixing your mind.”
I frowned. “What? My mind is fine, thank you very much. Is this a joke?”
“A joke?” said Sarah indignantly. “This isn't a joke. This is super serious, but I guess a gross guy like you wouldn't understand.”
“Listen, Sarah, I don't have time for your games,” I said. “I just need to find out where I am and how to get out of here. My parents are probably worried sick about me.”
“Who cares what your parents think?” said Sarah derisively. “They probably believe all that crap about super powers being genetic and other problematic things. So gross and wrong.”
“But it's true,” I said. “Super
