I got home, and just like last time when I had stood up to Prof. Bulock, nobody said a word to me until I had eaten and freshened up. It was a bit comforting in its predictability.

I could feel the weight of their gazes, though, as I moved from one hut to the other, heavy with unspoken questions and concerns.

My thoughts too remained a tangled mess as I tried to make sense of what had happened earlier. I was as confused as them. I had questions just like them.

Like who exactly was I? Why did I have a voice in my head? How had I expended such...