The Midnight Gang -

“I can’t,” Leo stammered. “I’m supposed to rest.”

Because the Midnight Gang wasn’t a place. It was a promise: No one fights the night alone. The Midnight Gang

When they returned him to his pillow and crept back to their own beds, Leo felt something he hadn’t felt since the accident: a warm, electric spark in his chest. Not magic, exactly. But close. “I can’t,” Leo stammered

And so, Leo found himself being helped into a faded red bathrobe, his sneakers squeaking faintly as they crept past the nurse’s station, where the night nurse, Mrs. Hibbins, was deep into a crossword puzzle and a lukewarm cup of tea. When they returned him to his pillow and

He didn’t know if he’d ever return to the hospital. But he knew, with absolute certainty, that the midnight hours would always belong to those who chose to be brave, and kind, and a little bit reckless in the dark.

And somewhere, in a quiet ward on the third floor, Tom, Molly, and Raj were already planning their next adventure—waiting for another lost child to find them, and for the clock to strike eleven.