I ll see you at home, Dad. Que could hear his stepfather open his mouth to speak, but the door had already been slammed shut. Angry at how the direction of the conversation had turned, Que flew as fast as he could to his next class, though he still couldn t make it in time for the horn. Anxious, he put on a burst of speed. He was easily two minutes away from class, and that was at a running distance. Que stopped in his tracks, looking down both corridors of the school. No one was standing by the wooden lockers, no Fly Patrollers, no one at all. This is an emergency,

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