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shifts his body, like he is going to stand and come over to check on me. I shake my head at him, stopping him from making his move. Still trained on me, his eyes look lost for a moment as his brow softens. He slowly shifts back into his seat, but keeps his protective eye on me. His lips move with no sound, “Are you sure?”
    I nod and quickly look away from him not wanting to cave and tell him I just saw part of our future, my brave deceased friend, and I did need him. I lean my forehead on the cold glass window and let my eyes and mind wander into the dark night. It had been a year, 365 days since we had gone beyond the veil. It is a miracle that we traversed back to an active facility after learning from our team and the make-shift video room what our world’s evolution has entailed so far. The only reason it remained active was because of Angela and my other fellow guardians, but mostly Angela’s sacrifice. If she had not sacrificed herself, the other guardians would be as good as dead and we would have been left for dead on the tile floor of the Kyoto facility, failing like fish out of water.
    The experience of Nate, Xander, all of us that returned from beyond the veil splayed out on the ground barely breathing, dying, waiting to be saved by whomever remained in the facility has been seared into my brain forever. Re-implantation of the modified Copula was the only option of survival. None of us were given a choice in the matter. As we have learned from Monica, Jake, and the others that remained here while we were beyond the veil, it is the only option for human existence now. The mental trauma this discovery could have on an average, non-guardian, civilian would be unavoidable. For us, not so much on the mental trauma forefront. Before, maybe. Now, not so much. When Monica debriefed us, she said that civilians had little time for mental preparation when the proposition to either be implanted with a device that will offer the possibility of survival or die a slow death due to the climatic and element shifts resulting from the intersection. I run my hand over the small rigid scar that has formed from the re-implantation on the base of my neck, more out of habit, but some from remembrance of how reality has evolved.
    Our abilities have been a ffected. The new Copula and the infusion of elements along with the transformations of our core elements here on Earth have sent our inherited abilities for a loop. Telepathy, Lactrosis, Pyrokenisis, Ushering, all of them have seemingly disappeared. Monica says that she is not sure when or if they are going to come back. Noticing my rapid healing scar, hearing my mother reach out to me earlier, then seeing and hearing Angela has me hopeful that they will return; it may be our only defense. The vibrations, they are just a small tickle in my abdomen right now. They started when we traversed back to our world from beyond the veil. The warning of an attack, well in this case, warning against the predator stalking us. That is what it is doing now, stalking every living human to take, occupy, dwell in, then terminate. I can only foresee them getting stronger the closer we get to our final destination, the Etowah Mounds back home, in Georgia.
    I touch the cold glass with my finger tips. It is ironic how precise and heightened my senses have become, but my metaphysical abilities have weakened since the re-implantation. Everything appears brighter, sharper. Every smell has identifiable distinct layers of aroma; it has become three-dimensional. Cold and hot does not feel like it used to. Before, temperature was only felt on the surface upon touch. Now, the sensation of my finger tips on this cold glass window courses beyond the tips of my fingers, through my veins and settles into my legs. The speed I possess has become more refined as well, my agility more precise, effortless, but I haven’t had the opportunity to fully try it out. My only chance was when I was searching for Ezra, Nate, and