Chapter Twenty Six

Grabbing his pack John headed out of his room and into the kitchen. He almost forgot Michael had spent the night until he greeted him with breakfast.

"Oh hey, morning Beast man." He said, taking the plate of pancakes from him.

"Morning. How is everything?"

"Good." John stated, as he grabbed the butter and smeared it all over the hot cakes.

Tugging Johns coat Michael said again. "No, John how is everything?" Michael began mimicking the eye trick Brianna showed John last night.

"Oh shit I forgot." John said as he quickly put down the syrup and began going through the steps.

Pulling his hand from his right eye, he blinked, the world on his left eye suddenly changed.

"Wow." John said. "This guy must have money."