Supernova

Previously

…Dr. Thorne, hunched over his console, felt the energy surge, a wave of raw power that threatened to overwhelm his delicate instruments. He gritted his teeth, his knuckles white against the controls. He had made contact. He had broken through. The individual was responding. He could feel the man’s confusion, his fear, a jumble of emotions that Thorne cataloged with detached precision. “Yes,” he whispered, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “Yes, you feel it. You are not alone.” He leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face. The game had begun. And he was confident he held all the winning cards. The pursuit of Jack Black had officially entered a new, and far more dangerous, phase.