I raced upstairs to where I knew Emma would be – sifting through some of my stuff again and wanting to know what it was, how it worked, what it did, all of that jazz. Even after two years of first starting this, it still felt so surreal to me. The fact that this amazing young woman, technically older than her outward appearance and able to control fire, needed to be taught such things that I had taken for granted was so odd to me. Yet it only seemed fair, after teaching me how to be peculiar like she was, but in my own way.
I found her sitting on the edge of my bed, a small and seemingly transparent object in her hands. Upon closer inspection, I found it to be my old iPod that, if memory served, was still full of all the songs that my dad had recommended to me.
“What does this do?” Emma held it out for me, and I explained as I took it and re-activated it. Still a full battery too – imagine that.
“It’s called an iPod. You remember
Emma got curious and walked over to Horace. "What's going on?" Emma asked Horace. Horace turned around in surprise "Look! I knew you guys were alive!" He said relieved. But his mood quickly changed. "Where did you run off to? You should be ashamed of yourself for leaving without permission! Especially because of what just happened."
Emma still looked confused, and so were Bronwyn and Enoch.
"And what happened? Are you all alright?" I asked.
"Fortunately, yes, we are." My spine hairs stood up at the sound of that voice. It was Miss Peregrine, and she wasn't going to be happy that we le