"The ability to what?" Jane asked, dumbfounded.

"Read minds. I'll tell you more later. But for now," she smiled, "suppertime!"

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"Have I told you how cool that is?" Jacob asked Emma. Jane rolled her eyes.

"It isn't cool at all-" Emma started

"He means how awesome it is that you can do that." Jane interjected. Soon, they continued talking, and Jane avoided the conversation. She wondered what the children were doing right now...

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"What'd you guys do today?" asked Mr. Portman, "I was hoping you'd join me for dinner."

"Uh, we explored the house some more." Jacob said.

"Find anything good?"

"No." came Jane's swift reply.

"Where'd you get those clothes?"

"We-" Jacob started

"Saw them at a yard sale of sorts; they were just tossing these, so we figured; why not?" Jane finished.

"Where'd your normal clothes go?" 

"They got a little dirty- so that's why we changed into the clothes that Grandpa wore. How's your book going?"

"Pretty good, so far, but are you sure we don't need to call Dr. Golan?" The twins exchanged a look.

"Well, it was good while it lasted." Harrumphed Jane.

"Yup. I think that was the record," Jacob piled on, "What time have you got down, Jane?"

"Four days, five hours, twenty-six minutes, and seventeen seconds." Jane declared, looking at a nonexistent watch.

"What are you guys talking about?" Mr. Portman asked, confused.

"Since you've last mentioned our psychiatrist." Jacob said sullenly. 

"Well, that man has been an immense help to both of you-" Mr. Portman began

"Just buy us bracelets, for crying out loud! Make them say, 'what would Dr. Golan do?' Then, we can ask our selves every freaking day. How would Golan take this dump?" Jacob burst out. Jane was trying her best not to laugh. Jacob could be a bit of a Drama Queen sometimes, but she agreed. Yikes.

A few minutes later, Mr. Portman held a phone up to them. "Someone'd like to speak to you." he said. Jacob grabbed the phone and talked for a bit.

"Jane, Dr. Golan." Jacob said to her as he passed it to her.

"Hi, Dr. Golan. Don't come anywhere near, and we're fine." Jane snapped.

"Don't worry, I've told your father to give you breathing room, and so and so." Dr. Golan told Jane.

"Well, that's just 'swell. The next time you need to bury a body, just call me up. But don't expect me to actually help kill the guy." Dr. Golan laughed.

"Don't worry, I will." and the line went dead.