“The what!?” He yelled wide-eyed staring disbelievingly at Angel while the older man just chuckled and patted Jeremy’s shoulder.
“You heard right, I don’t think I need to repeat myself,” Angel said, walking out of the room and signaled Jeremy to follow him.
“Hey Gramps,” Matt shouted “I’m going to be in the lunch room with the rest, okay?” Angel looked at his grandson before giving a nod and a slight smirk.
Jeremy and Angel just stood there in silence with the occasional sound of shooting stars and machine work. Jeremy, still looking around the space like building around him before his focus went back to the silver haired man standing right next to him. “Why am I here?” he finally blurted out. Angel casually turned his head to look at Jeremy, he noticed the anxiety and worry in his eyes. Angel closed his eyes and took a deep breath and when he exhaled a few snowflakes and some glowing sparkles flew out. He looked back at Jeremy before running a hand through his silver hair trying to think of where to start. Although Angel is 168 years old he still looks and acts like young adult. “Well,” Angel started “Central City was attacked…” he looked at Jeremy with a serious face waiting for his reaction. No, no, my friends, my teachers…. my home was all that rang through his head. Jeremy stepped a few feet backwards as he gaped at Angel, his legs threatening to give from shock. He backed into the wall with a small gasp and slid down it and sat pulling his legs towards his chest. He could feel his whole body shaking while memories with his friends and his home were flashing before his eyes and thinking how all that could be taken away from him.