There wasn't much to say after that.  Caleb tried more small talk but in the end, Ambrose was right, they needed to stop torturing themselves over what could have been.  They needed to focus on the present and fixing the mistake that had cost a student their life.  He was surprised by Ambrose's admittance to not needing an apology from him.  Nonetheless, he noticed Ambrose's hand on the side railing.  His hand moved, but when he realized what was going on, he retracted and pulled the blanket over his shirtless form.  He had put everything on the table, and now he would move forward as best he could.

The day grew on and Caleb eventually found rest.  After falling asleep he didn't know where Ambrose would go or anything.  He slept for an entire day and a half and as the days passed Caleb healed more and more.  It had been a week, there had been two more attacks since the last, but thankfully they weren't fatal.  The creature was still sending a message.  As strong as it was, the protection around the school seemed to weaken it, and it only operated quickly before retreating back to where it all began.  The last attack the being left a message on the wall.  

'Where it Began'

The Headmaster was furious, but he had entrusted them to get this job done.  Sam felt horrible about the attacks, but thankfully she, and Ariana had managed to figure out what the creature was.  She immediately called a meeting, and this time Alex would be there.  Sam paced the floor of their secret meeting spot in the underground library.  She waited and smiled when Alex appeared. 

"Hey," she said.

"Hey, where's Caleb?" Alex asked with a worried look on his face.  "Last time I saw him he looked pale."

"Really?  I haven't seen him in a while, I think he's been resting and healing in the infirmary," Sam replied as Ariana walked in.  

"Where is everyone?" She questioned.

"I sent the message, they'll be here soon," she replied.  She was thankful they had finally figured out what they were up against, now would be the task of removing the obstacle in their path.

Caleb looked at his phone.  He was nearly there, after a week he was 90 percent healed and he was forever grateful for the nursing staff and for his friends who sent their love in various ways.  He was sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in casual clothing.  Black fitted jeans accented with a turquoise belt.  He wore a black tank top with turquoise around the arm bands and neck.  He stood up, feeling good and looking good as well.  Traveling in pairs was the deal they had made in order to stay safe and it had worked.  Caleb found himself at Ambrose's door.  It was early, around 8 am to be exact and he knocked gently on the door, hoping Morgan was asleep.  There was a new vigor about Caleb that he couldn't explain.  

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