It's been two weeks since the incident. Higher restrictions had been placed over me when we returned to the Berg, and until the helicopter arrived, I wasn't allowed to leave. Instead of being locked in a cell with food passed under the door, I had to stay with Lennie, just restricted by the Berg's borders. Len was sound asleep like a baby when I entered. I just fixed her blanket and sat in an arm chair. When I asked about Julie, they told me that they had given her doses of Bless and some stuff to help her sleep. I don't want to think how it was rude of them that they didn't even let me see her before they shoved me into the Berg. She'll be fine, I tried to still myself, and I still am trying now two weeks after I haven't seen her.

At the base, my room had been transferred into Dr. Whitman's dwelling. It's a small house just across my old window. I wasn't exactly glad or annoyed about moving, for whether I liked it or not, I belong to Whitman's house and family.

"Did you know?" I ask Lennie while we're having some rest with hot cocoa in the living room as it's snowing out.

"Know about what?" she asks.

"This whole family stuff," I answer.

She tightens her lips and takes a sip. "Since I remember," she replies. "But mother insisted that I shouldn't tell anyone. I'm not sure if everyone in WICKED even knew that she had two children as subjects. Otherwise, she'd had been denied from seeing you and Lez." Lennie smiles. "You know, Newt, you used to sneak to her every time you had the chance for it. You were the only pair of siblings in WICKED, but you were denied from mentioning or remembering each other."

"Sounds like WICKED," I mumble as I drink.

"Mom used to tell me always that one day the trials will be over so we all can go home together: mom, you, Lez, and me."

"What home?" I ask her, a bit confused. "I thought we're home."

Lennie shakes her head. "Of course not! This is Chicago; home is across the ocean in London, England. That's where you and Lezzie used to live with dad."

"And where's dad now?" I ask her, getting a slight tinge of hope that I might have a father too. She tightens her lips, and her color pales. "It's alright," I whisper for her. I fold my arm on her shoulder. She smiles then. "Thank you for staying alive, Newt," she mumbles.

She stays quiet for a long while and then tells me after licking her lips from the chocolate, "When I used to watch movies, I used to imagine what having you and Lezzie in the house will be like. You and Lez would be fighting shucking a lot. Yelling at each other half the day and complaining to mom what each one did to the other the other half," she laughs.

"I'm a peaceful person," I reply laughing.

"That'll be to test soon," she smirks. "I used also to dream how Lez, due to her role as my older sister, would be teaching me stuff like wearing make-up."

"I think she can teach you quite many things: killing Grievers, dealing with cranks, going on the run from an institution for crazies, but make-up... not sure about that, Len," I laugh after thinking for a while. "And what about me?" I ask.

"Not sure," she answers. "Maybe teach me how to fix stuff, play music... or just nothing."

"Good that last," I sigh with content. She rolls her eyes.

"We'll find something, Len," I answer quietly. "Now, why don't you get that movie about the seven children? I didn't finish it last time."

...

"Why have you gotten us hear, Newt?" Lennie asks me while we stand in the watch room near the Berg's hangar.

"You'll know soon," I answer dryly as I flip the pictures in the gallery of my watch. Neal called last night and informed me of their plans, assuring that I shouldn't tell Lennie as the plan is to surprise her.

I check again the video Neal sent me last night for Julie. She looks in what looks like a quarantine. Her place is filled with soft light. She's on a medical bed and dressed in sheets like the ones I was in when I was first brought here. Tubes of serum are injected to her hands. She's sitting in a bed while a nurse is feeding her a light soup. Apparently, the nurse is a munie as she wasn't wearing any masks. Black circles surrounded Julie's eyes, and her face still looked pale, but I think she looked better.

Julie was quiet just like when I met her last. Traces of Bless appear on her movement and responses. She seems lost somewhere else. Neal told me that they were trying to give her my old treatment of resting her brain as much as possible by sleep and drugs, but that only helped in limiting the spreading of the virus, for her body is still having problem in fighting the illness to finish it. They still are working on a cure for her.

But what made me different?

I have questions for mother, and I hope she'll give me an answer for them. However, the hardest part will definitely be staying cool and calm- not very easy when she sees me as a bloody retard.

"Newt, look! The Berg is coming! Mom's home!"

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