She hastily pulls herself away from Tim Bailey who, in the same way, tries to maximise the distance seperating both of the persons in the car. Both of the individuals observe each other, completely startled of their discovery.

          "You're a Remoter," he whispers, clenching his square jaw. Annela followed with her eyes the flexing of his muscle. He loses all the previous confidence he was showing, and leaves place only to suspicion and distrust. Two major clans of Controlers exist today in the whole world. The first: against any existence of the special and powerful population, composed of humans as well as Controlers, organized by high members in the government, fearing the eradication of the human specie. The other, in which Annela belongs: having the goal to recruit newborn Controlers and rally them to the cause. This last clan has the habit to call the one organized by humans Paradox, and they took on the name. Her organization is more dispatched, in order to make it harder to be spotted. Not only one unique powerful group organizes her side, to prevent any specific attack.

          "You're an Emotional," Annela quickly deduces. Emotionals are mind readers able to detect and create emotions or feelings in their target's mind. A frown discontinues her soft facial lines. She scolds herself for not understanding the origins of the warm feeling in her body. He was trying to seduce her. She felt pity towards the young man for having fallen onto her. She reinforced her mental barrier in case of another intrusion. This situation had taken a very interesting turn for the young woman.

          "Why didn't you read me at the station?" Annela slowly asks, confused.

           He bites the inside of his cheek, all lightheartedness gone.

          "You saw," was all he answered. But she understood. In less than a millisecond, during which physical contact was established between the two, she had time to see a scene of his past in his mind.

          Four years ago, a few days after graduation...

          Tim stomps out the front porch of his parents' house, not hearing the calls of his mom over the tumult of voices overwhelming his mind. He sends an apologetic glance to the beautiful woman, with graying hair, looking at him worriedly.

          He mounts his bike and yells "I just need some air!" unnecessarily loud, considering the calm and peaceful neighborhood. His hair wasn't cut yet, and its straight blonde strands brushed against his forehead.

          The panic takes over his legs but he pushes himself to pedal. Unknown voices bombard his head, sometimes he recognizes the one of a neighbor. He pedals furiously, tensed by incomprehension. He's going crazy, he thinks to himself. He'll be sent to an asylum with other mental patients. He desperately tries to concentrate on the road ahead of him; and finally swerves onto a dirt road. The voices start quieting down and fading away as he enters a forest.

          He slows to a stop and throws his bike onto the forest floor. He crumbles down to the floor and holds his head with both hands, crying out of confusion.

          He suddenly hollers in fright as he feels two gentle taps on his shoulder. He spins around and stares at the individual towering over him waiting for his dizzy mind to stop spinning. His heart racing like mad, and face red because of the efforts the pedaling took.

          "Hey Tim," a girl's voice calmly calls.

          He wipes his tears quickly and sees a blue eyed girl crouch to his level.

          "Do... do I know you?" He manages to utter, dazed, certain he'd never seen the girl in his life.

          "No," she simply answers.

          "How do you know my name?" He frowns.

          "I'm a mind reader Tim..." she slowly starts. An empty stare replies her statement.

          And so are you. She finishes, communicating as a mind reader, in his head. Her blue eyes lit up briefly, making his eye brows shoot to the moon. She lays her warm hand on his bare arm and her eyes light up again. His heart slowed down to a normal relaxed beat, she was calming him down.

          For some reason he wasn't astounded, which should have shocked him even more.

          "Now my mission was to find you and have a choice delivered."

          I want you to listen carefully. She warns.

          He nodded seriously, all ears.

          "Now that I've found you, you have to choose if you want to work for a certain agency for mind readers, or learn how to keep low and use your powers as less as you can to have a life as closest as possible to a normal human's."

           He pushed his questions in a corner of his mind and  closed his eyes, deliberating. He wondered how he could be staying so rational towards the situation.

          I'm helping you stay calm. The girl explained. I'm in your head.

          "What..."

          Don't worry. Think about my proposition. She sends.

           "What would I do if I worked for you guys?" He carefully pronounces.

           She shrugs.

          "Who knows?" She vaguely answers. "You'll have missions like I do..."

          "So you chose the second option..." Annela deducted, making Tim snap out of memory lane, blinking.

          "Yes."

          They jump up to the sudden honking of a car that startles the both of them and Tim's large hand hurriedly turns the key to start,the motor again, showing an apologetic other to the driver behind them. Annela relaxes, thinking it's very probably he's a Weak, since he should lacking a considerate amount of practice, having chosen to lay low.

          Weaks and Strongs were the appelation Controlers gave to each other based on the power they had, which could either be augmented with age, practice, or a strong emotion, or diminuated when inhibited by another emotion, or person or if they weren't concentrated enough. The Weaks' powers were very limited, they could only focus on one person at a time. But what differenciated them from the Remoters who were Strongs, was the fact that they couldn't send orders, and only could create an emotion, or feeling. And if they could manage to send an order, the amplitude couldn't reach a very powerful degree.

          "Here's the town square," he announces.

          Annela hesitates to get down right at the moment and keep him from discovering her residence. But at the same time is curious as to knowing if he belonged to the Paradox or not. She must also continue to read the details of her mission in a special file before going to her dedicated location: the most prestigious university in the state. But excitement rushes through her mind, telling herself she could inform herself later on, on this matter, meanwhile for the present situation, this was not an everyday opportunity. Her decision is made.

          "I just live down that street," she informs, pointing in a direction. He simply nods, and turns the wheel.

          His gestures indicate only simplicity but the girl on the passenger seat guesses many questions crossing his mind. She continues to indicate him closer to her address, a shadow of a smile painting her face. Finally a challenge in her life, a distraction to occupy her thoughts and actions. She remembers why she chose the first option to work for the agency when the same proposition was made to her as the one made to Tim.

          This is going to be fun, she thinks to herself, as he slows the car in front of the building her apartment is in, closing her mind to him so that he doesn't hear her thoughts.