Yet another thing to think about. I was collecting problems like infinity stones.

I trudged toward the plane’s stairs, my limbs limp with exhaustion as I dragged my body to move. My thoughts were a tangled mess, replaying Ethan’s words and the unsettling encounter in my dream.

Most of Ethan's pack had climbed down the plane, I was one of the two people left. Every step I took felt harder than the last because the weight of everything I’d learned seemed to have somehow doubled ...