Could this giant, bubbling mess really get any worse? I hoped not.
Fortunately, when I traveled to Harvard to check in on my kids, Gabriel was perfectly fine. Smiling, no nightmares, so I could only trust him when he told me he was okay.
The problems didn't start until Max and I tried to convince him to open a new gateway for us, to find the next piece. As hard as he tried, Gabriel simply couldn't manage to do it. I could feel the underlying fear in my son, now tied directly to the power within him, and had a brand new worry to add to the pile. He might have been okay on the outside, but how much damage had Max and I done to his confidence?
That meant our plan to lure the other players in the search for the pieces was a go. We had no idea where the next part of Creator was hidden. Which meant we needed a different advantage and pinning down our competition seemed to be the best course of action.