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the left?” She shrugs, looking away.  
    Peter’s voice calls out over the intercom. “Amber that’s not the kind of conversation we need to be making. If you’re having trouble, stick to the card.”
    “Sorry,” Amber says, looking at the mirror. She taps the side of her head. “Sometimes I forget to lock my mind and all sorts of words are free to flow out. Guess I need to make sure nothing is wedged in the latch.”  
    I feel for the metal in my fingers. She’s not really talking to the person behind the mirror. She’s still talking to me. That’s what the metal is for. She plans to escape tonight, though she doesn’t know how it’s going to play out exactly like I do. She also doesn’t know that she will be shot while swimming through a pool of muck, though I bet she would rather that happen than experience what the guard plans to do to her.  
    I can feel my pulse quicken as the doors open behind us and it is time to go. I know I won’t see Amber again until it’s time to try and escape. Perhaps I’ve gained enough skill in my ability that changing Amber’s future of getting shot won’t be as difficult as I think. I will just have to see when I get there.
    As I’m led to my room, I think about the words Amber spoke to me after the vision. Sewage. Second hallway. Third door on the left. She was trying to tell me to meet her there. At 10:00 PM, she will have killed the guard. I need to be ready.
    The guard in front of me isn’t really paying attention as we walk forward. He’s talking to someone on the radio. He’s distracted. He unlocks the door to my room and I know I only have one shot it this.  
    I look behind me briefly and notice that the other guard starts talking to the one that was in front of me, and the door standing wide open. I stop in the doorway and lift my hand just enough to slip the piece of metal in to keep the latch from locking in place all the way. The guards don’t notice me until they realize that I’m just standing in the doorway, staring at them.
    The one closest to me scowls. “Get in your room.”
    I take a step back and he closes the door. Immediately, I squat and look at the latch. With a little prodding, I’ll be able to get this door open without any problem. I don’t think this place was initially intended to be a prison. I’ve got my way out. Now Amber has to do her part.

    I sit in my room and wait for Peter. I haven’t thought of what lie I’m going to tell him when he asks me what I saw. I suppose that I will just say that the guard plans to rape Amber—that he goes through with it. I suppose it doesn’t matter what I tell him. As I sit at the table, waiting, I think about the past month and how strange it has been. I’ve hated it worse than anything. Of course, when I allow myself time to think, my mind drifts to how I got here, and the sacrifices that were made. They weren’t voluntary sacrifices. The day Mitch made me shoot Ethan… I shake my head at the thought. I haven’t cried about that day much. At first I did. But not lately. Lately I’ve felt numb—tired. Right now I can’t help but wonder if Mitch is still out there terrorizing others with his mind control. I think back to a month ago and I feel sad.  

Chapter 3 - Waverly

    One Month Ago

    My hands shook and I dropped the rifle to the floor. I couldn’t pull away from the window or tear my eyes from Ethan who was lying on the ground in the street below us.
    I was the shooter . I could feel my hands trembling at the thought. I had never seen myself in this scene of Ethan’s future, but it was because I was so far away from him. I tried to see if he was breathing, but I couldn’t tell from that distance. Blood pooled out from under him. If he wasn’t dead already, then he would be soon.  
    If I hadn’t still been under Mitch’s control, I would have picked the rifle back up and shot him with it. But it took only a word from him for me to lose control of myself.
    We should have