"You're a completely differt person, you're not selene, are u?" the voice asked suddly, making Ark jump.
'If he knows, th why didn't he kill me in the first place?' wondered Ark, caught in an internal conflict.
Arrival at Oxford
The sun hung low over Oxford's spires as Bahaa and Selene strolled through the cobblestone streets, their psychic powers working in seamless harmony to disguise themselves as exchange students. Bahaa's forged credentials boasted an impressive interest in paleontology, while Selene's academic focus was, unsurprisingly, "Psychological Aberrations in Human History."
Bahaa couldn't suppress his grin as they passed by a group of actual students discussing assignments. "You know, Selene, technically I'm not lying. Dinosaurs are ancient fossils just like some of these professors."
Selene, in her usual detached tone, replied, "Let me guess, your dream is to resurrect a Velociraptor so it can eat your thesis advisor?"
"That's plan B," Bahaa quipped.
Chapter 2: The Dorms of Doom
Their lodging in London was less glamorous: a creaky dormitory in the back streets of the city. The building smelled of damp wood and faint regret, and the corridors were lined with portraits of previous residents, all staring with an unnerving intensity.
"Charming," Selene muttered, inspecting a particularly unsettling painting of a woman whose eyes seemed to follow her. She paused, touching her temple. "There's something... residual here. Like psychic static."
"Cool," Bahaa said, dropping his bag onto a mattress that audibly groaned. "Ghost roommates might be more tolerable than human ones."
Selene's lips twitched into a rare smirk. "Don't get too excited. They're probably as nihilistic as we are."
Chapter 3: Fatinne's Return
A week into their London stay, Bahaa found himself staring at a can of baked beans in a grocery store, contemplating whether it was worth the potential digestive consequences. Selene, meanwhile, was in the frozen food aisle, examining ice cream flavors with a solemn intensity that suggested she was deciding the fate of the world.
"Bahaa?"
The voice jolted him out of his bean-based reverie. He turned to see Fatinne, an old friend from a past life he'd mostly forgotten. She looked the same: bright eyes, warm smile, and an aura that clashed painfully with the gloom that followed him and Selene like a loyal dog.
"Fatinne? What are you doing here?" he asked, genuinely startled.
"Studying at UCL," she replied, gesturing to her basket filled with vegetables and, ironically, a can of beans. "You?"
"Exchange student," he lied smoothly. "Oxford."
Before Fatinne could reply, Selene appeared beside him, holding two pints of ice cream—one labeled "Death by Chocolate" and the other "Vanilla Oblivion."
"Choose," Selene commanded, her expression unreadable.
Fatinne blinked, taken aback. "Uh, chocolate?"
"Good choice," Selene said, finally noticing Fatinne. She tilted her head, her usual cold demeanor thawing slightly. "Who's this?"
"An old friend," Bahaa said. "Fatinne, this is Selene."
Selene extended a hand. "You have good energy. I like you."
Fatinne shook it cautiously. "Thanks, I think?"
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