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that he purposefully shared with Sarah. He even went so far as to attempt to project the image that he was seeing to her, despite being completely unpractised with being her eyes. She told him that it was a little bit fuzzy, but for the most part quite good. Francis seemed a little uneasy at this interaction, unsettled at the pair’s apparent familiarity, despite the fact that Sam and Sarah had barely spoken over the last few days. He offered Sarah a clearer view of the Hub from his own perspective, and suggested that the Littles try to help him locate Fiona and Nathan through the connection before reaching the actual physical location of the Hub.
    Allowing their minds to drift through the connection there, while calling out for their two missing Connected Bigs in the chaos, was not as simple as Francis made it out to be. With the large grouping of children in the immediate area, the connection was thick with thoughts, emotions, and overall confusion. Sarah got nowhere in the pandemonium, and eventually retreated back to what she felt was a safer place, clinging to Francis in both body and mind, but Sam was feeling more adventurous and less insecure than his Fixer companion. He pushed into the middle of the crowd calling out for Fiona and Nathan. He was fairly sure that if he could touch their minds, he could start making use of his talent, and then he would be able to find them with little trouble.
    As they neared the huge building, Sam’s efforts finally paid off when his thoughts brushed Nathan’s ever so slightly. The younger boy was not so sure if Nathan was aware of him, but he latched on like glue, his instinctive desire to find the other boy kicking in instantaneously. Reaching the large double doorway in the entry lounge, he ran into the next crowd beyond, disappearing from view and leaving Francis and Sarah wading in behind him.
    “ Nathan! Nathan!” Sam called through the loud cacophony that was the connection within the Hub, vaguely reminiscent of the completely disorienting sensation of everyone screaming at once when he had first awoken.
    Sam pushed past all of the other minds that huddled in his way. He was feeling dizzy, like he was losing himself in the constant thrum that surrounded him in his head. His heart pounded as he paused, now starting to wonder if there was a physical threat to being in the middle of the throng. People pushed and shoved, many of them searching for someone the same way that he was. Subject to a particularly severe jostle, the small boy suddenly found himself on his knees and in serious jeopardy of being trampled underfoot. That was when a meaty hand settled on his shoulder and pulled him back onto his feet. The same hand then grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him off to one side.
    Sam looked the boy who had intervened on his behalf in the eye. He was more than half again as tall as the younger boy, and from all appearances, twice as broad. His eyes were a smoky blue colour, his nose slightly crooked and when he smiled one side of his face lifted a little higher than the other. His square-jawed head was topped with coarse, brown hair that stuck up in various places, as unruly as Sam’s was, only thicker and darker.
    “ You were looking for me, little buddy?”
    Sam noted that the larger boy had made no attempt to speak to him with his mouth as well as his thoughts, unlike the majority of the people that milled about them. Nathan had already become accustomed to using the connection as his primary method of communication. That seemed a little surprising to Sam, because this Big, while having a push that offered slightly more force than Francis, nowhere near matched Sarah in his potential for power.
    Sam felt something warm trickle across his arm and glanced down to see a rather jagged cut on the hand that gripped him, an open one that was dripping blood. He raised his eyes to the other boy’s again.
    “ Nathan? Francis said we needed to find you and Fiona, so I had to look.