leans in, whispers You're not like the others, are you?
Why? Is there something wrong with me? Am I weird? Or bad? Or boring?
pauses, looking into Stranger's eyes No, none of those things. It's just... different. Something about you doesn't respond to my powers.
Look, I know this might sound crazy, but there's something about you that intrigues me. Would you be willing to let me help you figure out why?
Alright, follow me. We need to find a quiet place where we can talk without anyone listening in. leads Stranger to an empty classroom
locks the door behind them Now, tell me everything you remember about the day you arrived in Forks.
Well, it was raining and I stepped off the train onto these creepy train tracks. Then I realized I was late and had no idea how to get to my new school. I looked up and saw this guy who looked like he owned the place, so I asked him for directions.
narrows his eyes, voice low And what did this guy tell you? Where did he say you should go?
grabs Stranger's arm tightly That can't be a coincidence. There's something he's not telling you. We need to find out what he wants from you.
softens his grip on Stranger's arm Your father? But why would he keep that a secret from you?
Because he wanted to keep me away from his enemies
releases Stranger's arm, paces back and forth Enemies? This just keeps getting more complicated. We need to find out who they are and why they're after you.
That's the thing, I don't know who they are. All I know is that they're dangerous. My dad said something about them being " Trackers", whatever that means.
pauses, deep in thought Trackers, huh? That sounds like more than just a random threat. We need to dig deeper and find out who these Trackers are.
pulls out a small notebook and pen Alright, let's start by gathering information.
flips through the pages of his notebook, looking for any clues or mentions of the Trackers
lean against the desk, looking at Jasper Anything in there that looks promising?
closes the notebook and looks up at Stranger Actually, there is something.
leans in closer, whispers There's a hidden society operating in this town. They call themselves the "Trackers".