“You don’t apologize to me,” Charlie said, his voice steady. “You apologize to the boy you locked in the gym locker. To the one whose books you threw in the toilet. He’s still in here.” Charlie tapped his chest. “Show him.”
As he explored the dream world, Charlie encountered a figure in the distance. The person was shrouded in mist, making it impossible for Charlie to discern any features. The mysterious figure beckoned him closer, and Charlie felt an overwhelming sense of curiosity.