"Wait. What?" Bea muttered softly and then collapsed onto the bed, the soft fabric drawing her in.

She could hear a voice grumbling, "Ugh. What's wrong with me. Why would I tell a random human that I'm an elf?"

Beatrix felt her eyes slowly drooping, the warmth beauty of sleep slowly caressing her into sweet dreams, where she had no reason at all to worry.

But then, she was abruptly woken.

A hand waved in front of her face and--as dazed as she was--she then remembered there was someone else in the room.

She immediately sat back up, as though she had gotten shocked by a zap of electricity.

And, honestly?

That's what it felt like.

But, what had the boy--er, Keefe--meant when he said that he was an... elf?

What WAS an elf anyway?

Wait. If he was an elf then was Santa really real?

So many questions bustling inside of her, ready to create a storm.

And then she blurted out, "So, you live in the North Pole? Is Santa you're grandpa or something?"

"Huh? Who's Santa? And NO, I DON'T live in the North Pole," he seemed confused.

And then suddenly she could hear his voice, but in her... head?

"Dude, you think YOU'RE confused? Well, think of that times 10 and that's how I feel." she remarked.

But HOW did she know that he was confused?

Keefe gasped and stepped back, his eyes wide.

"How did you know." he said simply.

"What do you mean?"

"Wait. Give me your hand."

"Uhhh why?? You DO realize how weird that sounds, right?" she laughed weakly.

"Just do it." he repeated.

Beatrix hesitated at first but then slowly nudged her hand forward.

And then a burst of emotions, words, thoughts, sounds, and weird names popped into her head.

Once he retracted his arm back, they were gone.

"What happened. What the heck is going on? Can you just tell me?" she was on the verge of tears.

What was wrong with her?

"I think... you're a Telepath."

"Ok... and what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Beatrix demanded.

Keefe continued, nervously, "It means you can read people's minds. And and bunch of other weird stuff that you won't understand."

"Ugh. I KNOW I won't understand! But can you HELP me understand?" her voice reached a new level, filled with anger, hatred, disappointment, and sadness.

"Ok, ok. Umm.." his fingers twitched nervously as he started to wonder what he could do.

Could he bring her back to Sophie?

No, he couldn't see her again..

OH! Maybe he could call Grady using the imparter that he had given him!

"Who's Sophie? And Grady? What's an imporater?" Bea asked.

"Could you maybe stay out of my thoughts for at least a few minutes? Also, it's 'imparter' not 'imporater'" he said, shuffling his feet.

"How do I 'stay out of your thoughts'?"

Keefe sighed, "Never mind. Just, don't ask questions while I think of plan, got it? Also, give me some privacy, I have to make a very important call."

"Oh really? And who might you be calling? That Sophie girl?" Beatrix grilled.

"What!? No!" he quickly shouted.

"Hmmm... you sound like... actually, y'know what. Never mind. Pretend I didn't say anything. Go ahead and make that call of yours."

Keefe wondered why the sudden change of heart, but he quickly hurried into the closet and locked the door.

Little did he know, Beatrix was eavesdropping right outside, wanting to know more.

Then, Keefe whispered to the imparter, "Show me Grady Ruewen."

A/N: Pretty long chapter and also--IK the first part is SUPER confusing, but if you have any questions, just comment them and I'll gladly answer them for you! Thank you, hope you enjoyed!