CHAPTER 55

We continue searching the abandoned warehouse for the next twenty minutes, making our way through several empty rooms. The entire time, silence hangs in the air with the occasional echoing from our footsteps. No-one speaks the entire time, simply turning to give each other a signal or indicate a direction. "I think it's a bust." I tell Uncle Tobias, the cold beginning to seep it's way inside my jacket. The hope I previously had begins to fizzle out as time goes on. Tobias sighs, running a hand...