Charlotte gently cleans my wound and plasters it. I sigh deeply and lay my back on the sofa. Klein is busy pacing; Harry is biting his nails; Travis's head is on a table; Thomas is shaking his legs; Steph is mumbling unknown words. Everyone is occupied in their pool of thoughts.

"Where could he be?" Klein asked, feeling restless. "We must find him". He rushes into his room and comes back with a bag.

"What's that for?" Thomas and Mason asked in unison.

"Stay out of this, kids", Klein said and Harry and Travis stood up too. "Let the big boys take care of this".

"I'm going too", I said...