The next morning, Theo woke up even earlier than usual.
For a moment, he lay there, staring at the ceiling.
''Theo!''
A voice suddenly echoed out behind his door.
Two loud knocks followed only seconds later.
''Get up!''
Theo pushed himself up, snapping out of his daze.
''Yes,'' he shouted back.
''We need to hurry up!'' Owen shouted again. ''The jet's leaving an hour earlier than expected!''
Theo's eyes widened for a moment.
Then he jumped out of bed.
Over the next few minutes, he quickly got dressed and gathered his stuff.
Just as he was about to step out of his room, his eyes fell on the spatial tokens on his desk.
For a moment, he paused.
'…I guess I'll take them,' he thought, pushing them into his pockets. 'Just in case something does end up happening there…'
His fingers tightened around the tokens.
Ever since yesterday, a bad feeling had settled in his stomach.
But at least, with the circle still in his room, he would have a perfect emergency exit.
