Henry's POV
Too few people to say he pulled in a whole city, like the one we had left already.
Too many people to say only those in the vicinity, besides the fact we had been in an airplane, and it wouldn't make sense to have them all close to us and, consequently, beneath us.
Not everyone he had ever seen, but everyone who had at least left a vague impression on him.
And regrettably, Elisa was one of them.
I let go of her, and she stroked her neck before walking to the next mirror with a spring in her step, as if nothing had happened.
I looked back at my own reflection.
If Kenny had sucked in this many people... then his state when we leave won't be good, just like last time, but worse…
... maybe this is even the reason I can't find him here.
I gripped my own neck, feeling air leaving my body, and the act of taking in new air had become far too strenuous.
No, as long as we were inside here and as long as everything worked, it meant that he was fine.
