"Oh. Well. Guess Lakesshore is back to normal," John sighs.

"No. Night Wing is dead. My son isn't," Dad says.

"Son?" John seems surprised. I'm changing from Night Wing back to my newly normal self. "What the-"

"Shawn. You feeling okay?" Dad asks, covering my body with my wings.

"Yeah. Well, no. I've been better. Night Wing died?" I say, wrapping my wings around my body fully.

"Yeah. He did. Here," Dad says, handing me some clothes.

"Thanks," I say, keeping hidden behind my wings.

"Wait. So, when I put a splint on his tail?" John says.

"You were working on me. Thanks for that, by the way," I say, tearing my wings and tail through my clothes.

"Shawn. You're not bleeding as badly," Dad says.

"Oh. So you're right. Well, I still need this stitched back up again," I say.

"Okay. Let's go," Dad says. I'm still riding on the Hummer because my wings won't fit inside. I'm standing by Dad at the front desk, awkwardly.

"My son here needs to get stitches, as soon as you can get him in a room, please do," Dad says.

"We'll see what- oh my," the lady says, noticing me and my blood-stained shirt, and tail. "Alright, take a seat and we'll be right with you," she says, still shocked at the winged child of a military personnel.

"Shawn! What happened to you?" I hear a vaguely familiar voice says.

"Hello again. And what happened to me? If I told you, I'd have to find a way to wipe your memory. But hey, least I wouldn't kill you," I say, lightly.

"Ha ha, very funny," Jeremy says.

"All joking aside, a dagger that I got from a friend of mine, sliced Night Wing in the right side. Killed him ten days later," I say, using my tail to keep pressure on my cut.

"Oh. So, there's no longer a Night Fury? Because the other one was shot at school," Jeremy says.

"No. She's still alive," I say.

"Oh. Well, that's good," Jeremy says.

"Shawn Johl," we hear.

"Well, see you later Jeremy," I say, getting up. A few hours later, I'm back on the Hummer, heading home.

"Man, Shawn. You must have mixed feelings about all this, with Night Wing dead and all," Dad says.

"Yeah. I'm going to stay home for about a week," I say.

"Okay," Dad says. Pulling in, I see Carla through a window.

"Shawn! You alright?" Carla says, hugging me.

"Oww. Please watch the side," I say.

"Oh. Right. Sorry," Carla says, letting me go.

"So, you feeling better?" Mom says.

"No," I say.

"What happened?" Mom says, noticing my facial expression.

"Night Wing died earlier today," I say, cleaning off my tail in the kitchen.

"Oh. That's a shame," Mom says.

"Is his other okay?" Carla says.

"Yeah," I say.

"Did Night Wing really die?" Carla asks, remembering my last supposed death.

"He bled out at the vet," I say.

"But he really isn't dead, though. He's still alive as long as you are," Carla says.

"Oh. Well, I never really thought about it like that," I say.

"All this. Just nothing but misfortunate luck," Dad says.

"Misfortunate luck? Where's the luck come in?" I say.

"Misfortunate because Night Wing died. Luck because he's still alive, as long as you are," Dad says.

"Wow, Dad. That's the best thing I've heard you say outside of family love," I say, shocked.

"It almost doesn't sound like you," Mom says.

"People change," Dad says.

"Can tell," I say.

"Well, night Shawn," Dad says. Our family is messed up. Good, but not normal. After a restless night, I walk downstairs.

"You feeling okay, Shawn?" Mom says.

"Yeah. There's something I forgot to tell you," I say.

"What?" Mom says.

"Yesterday, at school, I got suspended. Yes! I know! I'm sorry," I say, sighing.

"What! You got suspended! Why?" Mom says.

"Well, I broke the code red, they found my dagger that I forgot in the saddlebags. Carla got suspended also for having a shield at school," I say.

"Oh. Well, be more careful and follow the rules," Mom says, trying to stay calm.

"It was either that, or have Siare die," I say.

"Oh. Well, saving a life is a whole new story. Why did you break the code red, anyway?" Mom asks.

"Lukas was after me. He came to our school and he somehow had Siare. So I kinda grabbed Carla's shield and kinda, knocked, Lukas out," I say.

"Why didn't you just let us handle it?" Dad says.

"I don't know. I guess Night Wing kinda took over for protection of his species," I say.

"Oh. Well-" Dad is cut off as the phone rings.

"Hello," I say, picking up the phone.

"Hey, May I speak to Shawn?" Carla asks.

"This is him," I say.

"Oh. Well, can you meet me at my house?" Carla says.

"Sure?" I say.

"Okay. Thanks. See you here," Carla says.

"Okay. Cya," I say.

"Where you going?" Dad says.

"I'm heading out to Carla's house," I say.

"I'll take you. You're in no shape to walk or fly there," Dad says.

"Thanks," I say on the ride there.

"Now don't hurt yourself," Dad says at Carla's house.

"Very funny. Bye, Dad," I say before he drives away, probably to explain his actions to his leutenant.

"Nice having your father back?" Carla asks, hugging me.

"Yeah. It's pretty nice. So what did you want?" I say, hugging back.

"We're going to get Lukas out," Carla says.

"What!" I say, jumping back.

"Yeah. Catch!" Carla says, tossing me a helmet. I look behind Carla and she's pulling an ATV out of her garage, beside a dirt bike.

"I can't ride a dirt bike," I say.

"I know, that's why you'll ride the quad," Carla says, getting on the bike.

"Well, least I'm on something I'm used to," I say, getting on the quad. "Wait. How do you know where Lukas is?" I say.

"I know someone," Carla says. "Ready?" Carla says, noticing I'm having trouble starting the quad.

"I think it's out of gas," I say.

"Can't be. I put gas in it yesterday," Carla says. I take a closer look.

"somebody siphoned it empty," I say, noticing small, dried steaks of gas.

"What! Why?" Carla says.

"I don't know," I say. Carla walks to her garage, coming back out seconds later with a gas can.

"We good now?" Carla says.

"Yeah," I say, starting the quad. Well, I should stop saying quad, because it's more of a freestyle built ATV. But, quad is easier to say.

"Where are you two going?" Dean says.

"Out for a ride" Carla says.

"I thought we were- going to get some gas, and then ride?" I say, refusing Carla's look halfway through my sentence.

"Oh. Okay. Don't hurt yourselves," Dean says.

"We'll be careful, sir," I say.

"Why did you say that?" Carla asks away from the house.

"How you said that, he wouldn't believe you," I say.

"Oh. Well, thanks for the extra cover," Carla says.