Cole and Dalton spent the next few hours scouring the camp in search of gear they might need. In the end, they had more than they could carry. After stashing it in a tent, Cole and Dalton sat down on a cot.

“You okay?” Dalton asked. “You still don’t seem quite right.”

“I’m trying,” Cole said. “You’ve felt your power. You’ve used it. Imagine if suddenly it was just completely gone.”

“I’d hate that,” Dalton admitted.

“Plus, that whole fight was horrible,” Cole said. “I really felt like I was dying.”

“We were almost goners,” Dalton agreed.

“I’m worried it’s just going to get worse,” Cole said.

Dalton smiled. “Then we’ll just have to get better.”

Cole felt his mood lighten. “You’re right. It’s all we can do. I wonder where Jenna is right now.”

“Hopefully, she’s a slave in some really boring place with a really boring job,” Dalton said.

“I hope so too,” Cole said. “But based on everything I’ve seen so far, it’s probably not true.”

“We’ll find out sooner or later,” Dalton said.

Cole nodded. “We’ll find her. Or we’ll die trying.”