Could this giant, bubbling mess really get any worse? I hoped not.

Fortunately, when I traveled to Harvard to check in on my kids, Gabriel was perfectly fine. Smiling, no nightmares, so I could only trust him when he told me he was okay.

The problems didn't start until Max and I tried to convince him to open a new gateway for us, to find the next piece. As hard as he tried, Gabriel simply couldn't manage to do it. I could feel the ...