Chapter 178 Dreaming of Jackson

Maya's POV The city roared. Not the gentle hum of our town, but a visceral, grinding cacophony that clawed at my eardrums even through the cotton of my sleep. Skyscrapers, steel and glass behemoths, clawed at a perpetually grey sky, their reflective surfaces distorting the faint light into fractured, agonising spears. My feet were lead, sinking into the grimy pavement as I fought against an invisible current, pushing through a faceless sea of people. Each face was a blur, a featureless mask of indifference. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prickle at my skin, because I knew, with an absolute, terrifying certainty, that I was looking for him. "Jackson!" My voice was a choked whisper, lost instantly in the urban maelstrom. I pushed harder, my arms flailing, but I wasn't moving. I was stuck, rooted to the spot, while the world spun past me in a dizzying, sickening kaleidoscope of movement. And then I saw him. A flash of familiar red. His worn-out baseball cap, the one with the faded dinosa