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couldn’t possibly dodge, only to realize once the ball was on its way that the person he’d just thrown it at was Spencer, or Alana, or occasionally himself. The other person would stare back at him with helpless eyes in the fraction of a second it took for the ball to reach them, and would scatter into dust right at the point where the dream faded.
                It was that dream Wirt woke from on the third night, laying in the dark and staring up at the ceiling, trying to keep quiet so that he wouldn’t disturb Roland. There was no point in waking up his roommate just because he’d had a bad dream. Except that it seemed Roland was already awake. At least, Wirt could hear the low murmur of his voice in the dark.
                “Yes. Everything is going well. No, there haven’t been any problems. It’s just a question of being patient.”
                Wirt looked towards Roland’s bed, and he saw that the room wasn’t quite dark after all. A soft, greenish light, hardly stronger than moonlight, seemed to fill Roland’s side of the room, letting Wirt see the other boy clearly as he sat at his desk. He had that odd lead box of his in front of him, and even in the half light, Wirt could see that the lid was open, and that it was where the glow was coming from. Roland didn’t see him looking over, but then, Roland was busy looking down into the box, the light throwing strange shadows over his features.
                Slowly, Wirt became aware of a second voice mixed in with Roland’s. It was hard to hear, so hoarse and croaky that it was barely audible, but it was there.
                “We do not have time for patience. I have been patient. Now, you need to succeed. There cannot be any excuses.”
                “I’ve told you,” Roland said, “everything is going well. I know what I’m doing. You just need to trust me.”
                “And you need to remember your place.”
                For a moment, just a moment, Wirt thought he saw genuine fear flicker across his new roommate’s features. It was all the worse for being bathed in that strange green light. Whatever was in that box, it terrified him.
                “I didn’t mean-”
                “Silence.”
                Roland hung his head, and several seconds passed. Finally, the show of contrition seemed to be enough for whatever was in the box.
                “Tell me about the progress you have made so far,” the voice demanded.
                “I’ve managed to get close to the girl,” Roland said. “That was easy. She likes me enough that she won’t be a problem. As for the other boy, it’s just a matter of time before I’m able to drive a wedge between them. He’ll be cut off, weak.”
                “You’re certain?” the voice from the box demanded.
                Roland nodded. When he spoke, his voice still held a trace of fear, but it was also determined. “I’m certain. You can count on me.”
                The voice in the box seemed to be satisfied enough with that. “Then we will strike mid-term. There will be only one chance, so we must not fail.”
                “I won’t.”
                “If you do, you know what will happen.”
                “I won pt fail,” Roland insisted, and shut the lid of the box. It meant that Wirt could see far less of him, but also that there was no chance of Roland spotting that Wirt was awake. Wirt tried to make some sense of what he had heard. It was obvious that Roland was planning something. Or at least, that something else, whatever it was that lived in that box, was planning something, and Roland was carrying out its instructions.
                Wirt really didn’t like the sound of the words “strike mid-term”. Words like that could mean almost nothing good. In fact,