Just
two days later, Hayward responded with information, classified for now because
of its oddness: images of churning, unusual weather patterns in the area of the
Bermuda Triangle. What looked like the "seeds" of hurricanes, there
one moment, with streaks of electric blue going through them, and then gone
just a few heartbeats later. And no signs that anything had been disturbed,
other than broken palm fronds or foam on the water.
I
might have found some hope, to share with my brothers. The disturbances that
seemed to be tied into Lost Kids or Hunt activity were in the vicinity of the
Triangle. However, there was a big blank area, clearly visible once the
locations of all the disturbances were marked onto one map. Smack dab in the
middle of that blank area was the hotel where my parents had been staying when
they vanished. And, as Daniel had revealed to us last summer, where his
grandfather, Arthur, had been staying. He had been in Bermuda at the same time
as my parents, following up his own research. We were all disappointed to learn
that he hadn't been there to meet my folks or pursue a similar line of
research. It was all luck. Maybe bad luck on Arthur's part. He had been knocked
flat by something that was still inexplicable, about the same time my folks
vanished. He had been drained physically, and his memory of several days wiped
away. Arthur had taken months to recover.
Of
course, Neighborlee sat in the middle of a big blank area, too. All sorts of
electrical energy and disturbances, and our town was in the proverbial eye of
the storm.
Kind
of makes you wonder, you know?
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