365 Chapter 365

Hines was such a weirdo. His hair was dark black except for a white stripe, and it stood up on top of his head about two feet. He had black rimmed glasses thick enough to be double paned windows, and he was as nervous as a skittish kitten anytime he got anywhere near danger. It didn't take me too long to see him in my mind.

He was on an airplane, and he wasn't paying me any attention at all. I walked around in his mind for a few minutes and picked up all sorts of absent thoughts and memories, though I couldn't exactly tell where he was going. I saw an image of the Eiffel Tower in his memory and decided it might be Europe, but I didn't think it was France. And then he turned his head.

It took me a moment to recognize what I was looking ator who I was looking at, I might say. "Oh, no," I muttered as I realized what must've happened. I hadn't known I'd even spoken aloud until I said it again. "Oh, no!"