As soon as Fresco's feet touched the top step, two things happened.

One, a wave of energy passed through him, like a rush of deja vu taking his breath away. And two, Justin shut up.

Fresco paused, gasping for air, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. He snapped out of his spiraling despair with a power filled slap in the face, but it hadn't come from someone. but from something. And that thing was the flight of dark and dirty stairs.

He reached for ...