"Will you tell me, Penny? What happened? To you, to us… to everyone?"
"I can't," Penny answered quietly. "I know what happened to me, but to everyone? How am I supposed to know what happened to everyone else aside from myself?"
Atlas narrowed his eyes, his brows knitting slightly. Even Hugo tilted his head, still doubtful about all of this. He had no idea where this conversation was going.
"I see." Atlas nodded. "You're right. How could you know about other people's lives when you had your own to deal with?"
"That's not… what she meant," Slater interjected quietly, drawing Atlas's attention to him. "Penny was incarcerated."
Atlas didn't respond. He didn't even react—mainly because he didn't know how to. A flood of questions immediately filled his mind.
"Penny was what?" Hugo blurted out, still searching for clarity as this was all very confusing for him. "That's impossible. Why would she—"