Emma untied her work apron from her waist, while thinking of the strange request she had made to her history professor. She had pleaded with him to keep on with the hypnotism he had placed on the people in the café, while she rushed inside to gather her stuff. She didn’t want to be assailed by their thoughts again. And she wanted to go home.

She let out a deep breath as she dropped the apron in the cabinet meant for it. Day by day, things were getting out of her control. She ...