"Poh! Crispin! Answer me." Pop fiddled with the Mind-I on the gurney.

But no one answered.

I gasped at the wall where Poh's image had just been, shallow pulls of air filled with needles scraping down my lungs. I sagged into a chair at the gurney. What the hell had just happened? It had been a trap just like we'd thought, and they'd caught Poh. But what had they done to her? What might they still be doing to her?

My gaze caught on the door to the hallway, and I ...