When I wake up, I realize that I'm in my room again, but I'm sleeping in my bed without any sheets covering. Yawning as quietly as I can, I swing my feet over the edge before sleepily pushing myself off of the rather comfortable mattress.

What happened yesterday? I ask myself as I go into the bathroom. As I brush my teeth, I mentally make a timeline of what happened yesterday. I was almost shot by something, ran downstairs before I transformed, attacked the man who tried to attack me, Sophie came... Suddenly, I do a spit take with the water inside of my mouth. Sophie got hurt, I remember before transmitting to the female Percipient, Sophie? Are you there?

I'm here, Sophie replies quickly. Why? What happened? Where are you?

Smiling at her concern, I explain, I remembered that you got hurt... How are you feeling now? Drying my hands and face, I change into some grey pants and a dark blue shirt, coincidentally the same color as my scar. Shaking my head, I walk over to the connecting door and open it. When I don't hear anyone, I slowly step in, looking around for the female Percipient.

"I'm doing fine now," a familiar voice tells me. When I turn around, I see Sophie smiling, her brown eyes almost smiling as well. Her gaze becoming worried, Sophie reaches up and touches the side of my head. Blushing slightly when I lean into her hand, the female Percipient says, "How are you doing? You got thrown into a wall..."

I place my hand over Sophie's gently, making her blush slightly more prominent. "I should've gone down there quieter," I murmur. "Then you wouldn't have gone hurt..." I close my eyes and transmit, I'm sorry...

There's nothing to be sorry about, Sophie says, causing me to look at her again. "It's better than you having to deal with him alone. Besides, Caroline's the true hero- she knocked him out," she whispers, smiling as she places a hand on my arm. I notice how she said "him" instead of "Fitton", since we both think it wasn't him. Instead, I smile softly and stare into her brown eyes, feeling better than before.

I slowly reach up to touch where I'm sure that Sophie got hurt. I can't help but sigh in relief when she doesn't wince at my fingers. "It doesn't hurt there anymore?"

Sophie grins before shaking her head softly so my fingers don't move that much. "I think it healed overnight," the female Percipient says. "And you?"

I shrug slightly. "Guess we'll find out later," I say honestly.

Suddenly, a high-pitched squeal echoes through the room, causing Sophie and I to separate and look at each other with confused noises. I'm about to ask what it was when realization hits me like a truck. Groaning, I facepalm myself. "...I forgot that we had a sleepover-"

"-with the others..." Sophie says, her eyes widening. The two of us then look around us to see Laurel on the ground with her eyes closed and a goofy smile on her face. "What happen-" the female Percipient begins to ask.

"Fainted from you two," Audrey explains, her voice sounding annoyed ut her face looking like it's withholding peals of laughter.

Donovan rolls his eyes, "And she's not the only one." He points at his feet, where Benen's laying with a similar grin as the female Altruistic. Smirking at our shocked and embarrassed faces, the male Sovereign looks at the two of us. "What happened last night?"

"How long were you guys listening to us?" Sophie asks, raising an eyebrow at Audrey.

"Long enough to want to barf," Audrey says quickly. "Now continue."

Rolling my eyes, I explain the events of what happened from being woken up by someone who looks like Fitton to Mr. Wallace walking in on our discovery. "What did Wallace do afterwards?" Donovan asks.

Sophie and I look at each other. Should we tell them? I ask Sophie. It's not that important.

I doubt they'd like being left out in the dark, Sophie says before turning to the Sovereigns. "Well, he kind of just walked away," she admits. "But he looked genuinely interesting on who it was, but he just walked away. It was weird..."

"Definitely," I say, nodding in agreement. "I'm actually wondering if we should ask him about that or not. But then again, it's Mr. Wallace- he'll never say anything, especially if it has to do with himself." I take one look at Donovan's expression and sigh. "We're asking him anyways, aren't we?"

"Bingo, Fitzie!" Donovan exclaims as he grabs my wrist. I look back at Sophie for some help, but she merely shrugs. Sighing in defeat, I follow the male Sovereign as he drags me down to the conference room.

...

Once downstairs, Donovan releases me and rushes to the door. Trying to kick the door open, Donovan yells, "Wall- OW!" The doors don't budge, and the male Sovereign jumps back, cursing and holding his foot as he hops up and down.

I facepalm myself. "What the heck were you trying to do?" I ask, walking up to to him.

"Trying to be cool and kick the door open," Donovan says, hissing slightly. "Because we need to show business."

I roll my eyes. "Well, you succeeded in acting like an idiot," I retort, sighing afterwards. Using my telekinesis, I swing the doors open before gesturing at the open conference room. "Why don't you do that instead?" I ask him as we enter the room.

"If I used my powers, then those doors wouldn't exist anymore," Donovan snickers. "Since I'd blow it up with a grenade..!"

I raise my eyebrows. "Good thing I didn't let you use your powers, then," I comment. When I look forward, Mr. Wallace and I make eye contact. I don't realize that I've tensed up so much in place until the male Sovereign unhelpfully nudges me forward. Sighing, I ask, "We- I mean I- was wondering why you just suddenly came to the laboratory."

Standing up slowly, and his emotionless gaze never leaving me, Mr. Wallace merely presses his lips together. "Shouldn't the question be why you didn't come to me with the man chasing you?" he ask smoothly, making me feel uncomfortable even talking to him at the moment.

Instead of admitting the truth, I settle for a variation of it. "I don't where you were," I try to explain as vaguely as I can.

"You can track people's thoughts," Mr. Wallace points out.

Narrowing my eyes, I snap back, "Well, I wasn't thinking about that when I was being chased by a stranger that looks like Fitton." Sighing again, I say, "I know the way to the laboratory very well, so I went there. And since I went there, Caroline knocked him out."

"Caroline knocked Fitton out?" the middle aged man asks, clearly surprised. "Well...that's good for her." He then narrows his eyes and say, "I don't understand why you called Fitton a stranger. You've seen him before, right? When he attacked you in the middle of the night?"

Glaring at Mr. Wallace, I say, "Yes, and that's why I'm calling this person a stranger. He's slightly different- he looks much younger than Fitton does." I try to remember other differences until I find an important one- if I didn't go to the hideout, I wouldn't have known this. "And this person is mainly left handed."

After I say this, I don't miss how Mr. Wallace's eyes widen considerably, his face paling as well.

"How do you know that?" Mr. Wallace asks. Instead of immediately answering him, I look into the middle aged man's eyes, seeing the anticipation and curiosity in his gaze. And for some reason, I see a bit of fear mixed into it, making me wonder just what he's waiting for.

Even still, I explain to him, "When I was at the hideout, Fitton tapped the right side of his head, and his right eye turned grey. And I think that's because he's right-handed."

"So?" Mr. Wallace asks sharply, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"Well, this man had his left eye being grey, but he was able to do things normally with both hands," I continue nonetheless. "I think he's ambidextrous, but he's mainly left-handed. And I don't think Fitton was able to use his left hand as easily as this stranger did. They're different people- we just need to find out who."

When I stare at Mr. Wallace again, I hear him cursing under his breath, which I don't think I've seen before. Before I can ask what's wrong, the middle aged man's face looks... different. Not physically, but different emotions are fighting over which one to show visibly. A vein that I didn't notice before stands out on the side of his face- the left one. I then notice that he shakingly brings his right hand near his right temple. His arm stretched out halfway, he croaks, "Leave. Now."

My eyes widen at the sudden change of his voice, this voice being quite raspy. I instantly identify this as something that may be dangerous to the two of us, and I press my lips together so I don't release the beastly scream of a dragon. I can feel myself almost beginning to glow a dark blue, so I pick up Donovan by telekinesis and turn him away from both of us.

Levitating the male Sovereign, I rush outside. Pressing the elevator and thankful that it opens practically immediately, I put Donovan inside, still making him turned away from me. "Tell the others that I'm going to Steven and Caroline to tell them about this," I direct him. "And make sure no one comes after me until I transmit to one of you guys that it's alright to come down."

"But-" Donovan's suddenly cut off when the elevator doors close, thankfully not letting him see me glowing a dark blue. Hopefully, the male Sovereign follows all of my instructions.