the boy was finally awake. The concern on his face changed to an expression of relief. Yet, Sojourn remained confused. Liz was kneeling by the sofa with a hand on Sojourn’s chest. Charlie and Jack were hovering just behind her. “What happened, buddy?” Jack asked. It came as a whisper – one used for a sick friend, as though a normally-spoken word might make the person turn for the worst. “I already told you –” Vapor said quietly, but Jack waved the words off. He had used his metal hand. Vapor stopped and sank further into his chair. “We’ve already heard your side of the story,” Jack said. Why is he mad at Vapor? Sojourn wondered. He saw little wrinkles formed on the bridge of Liz’s nose as Jack spoke. Her eyes narrowed as they glanced to the side where Jack was standing. She did not turn her head to look at him directly, but Jack must have sensed her thoughts. “I just want to hear if Sojourn can shed some more light on the incident,” Jack offered, throwing his hands up between himself and Liz. “I understand,” Vapor said softly and again closed his eyes, not truly caring whether that was what Jack meant or not. “You still don't trust me.” “Well?” Charlie asked eagerly. His question to Sojourn changed the momentum of the conversation. Jack and Vapor both turned away
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