Sitting with several family members, Ben honestly felt uncomfortable. He seemed to be getting up, pacing back and forth, looking around. But what he was looking for had not appeared yet.

“You said Elzi was here. Where is she?”

Ben turned to find his mother, Rosalie Jane Thorne, approaching. The middle-aged woman, who didn't want to see the number fifty-eight that day, seemed curious.

“She's with Reese, Mom. I don't know where they took her.”

Rosalie smiled. Just then, a man approached them and joined the conversation.

“It looks like Reese is trying to get Yolanda to come downstairs. Um... the kid really doesn't like events like this.”

That was...