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The guards carried me back to the cell, but for once, I didn’t mind the journey.
I heard the faint sounds of footsteps and murmured conversations.
The door slid open, and the dim light of the cell welcomed me back.
As the door closed behind me, I allowed myself a small smile.
For once, the odds seemed to be in our favor.
And with each passing moment, freedom felt closer than ever before.
* * *
The chill of the cell seemed more pronounced when I entered, but seeing Ellie’s face warmed me instantly.
Her eyes searched mine, looking for answers.
Before she could voice her thoughts, I declared:
“We’re leaving.”
Ellie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “When?”
“Now.”
A momentary panic set into her eyes, and she glanced around our small prison. “But how do you know when?”
I hesitated, realizing my Vision hadn’t provided a clear timeline. “I don’t,” I admitted, frustration tingeing my words. “But the Supervisor might realize the story I fed him is fake at any moment. Seconds, minutes, hours… days? I can’t be sure. That’s why we have to act now.”
My mind raced as I tried to process our next steps.
The Vision, always a consistent force in my life, never once misled me.
All it required was a starting point — a singular act to set the rest in motion, like a series of dominoes.
I thought of my Visions, of the vivid threads of destiny that seemed to weave and intertwine, but this time, I wasn’t merely an observer.
This time, I would choose the path.
I approached the cell door, feeling the cold metal beneath my fingertips.
With a deep breath, I accessed my unique ability, the one that allowed me to project ten seconds into the future.
A flurry of images flashed through my mind, each presenting a potential outcome.
There I was, banging on the door, my palms stinging from the repeated impact.
When that didn’t work, the potential outcomes split off into a dozen other possibilities; I kicked at the door, ran at it with my shoulder; in one reality, I hurt myself, in another, I repeated the act over and over again.
Countless iterations of the same action filtered before me over and over again.
In another Vision, I hurled my cot through the air, crashing against the door in a futile attempt to break it down.
Yet another vision showed me leveraging my cot, trying to pry the door open.
All to no avail.
I felt Ellie’s eyes on me, the weight of her concern pressing against my back.
