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Scott is so absorbed in his own world, that he doesn't even hear Katie come into the infirmary. When she touches his arm though, he almost jumps out of his skin, snapping his head up, with fear in his eyes. The look that crosses his face is sheer terror until he realizes who she is.

His heart pounding in his chest, Scott swallows hard before looking down again, once more hiding his face in his knees. "Don't let them come back," he begs, his words muffled, barely understandable. "Please... I can't... they wouldn't listen.... please... don't let them come back."


Jason gently picks out the soft notes on his guitar, slouching in his living room chair. He wasn't paying much attention... just letting the music follow where it would. The mellow tune drifted out, calming the atmosphere and even putting Trooper to sleep.

A strange interruption though, causes Jason's fingers to stop. What was that? It hadn't been any stronger than a feather brushing against one's skin, but his sensitivity had intensified the last couple months, and any slight variance to the emotional pull was felt.

If Katie wasn't paying attention, it could be nothing more than her watching an emotional movie, but the lurch was just enough to make Jason question it. It was late, and he'd been unconsciously ready for a more relaxed flow. One that mimicked the steady breathing of one fallen to sleep - it was always a soothing calmness when Katie was asleep. But obviously she was awake.

Jason didn't want to be paranoid, nor did he want to interrupt Katie if she was in the middle of anything, but he couldn't tell if it had been a good lurch or a bad one. Sometimes he wished he had her gift for knowing what the feelings were. All he could do was sense a change.

Hey, Hero... call me crazy... everything okay?


"Mmm...." Bret yawns and stretches long on the couch, shutting the tv off. The weatherman had just predicted that the unusually cool temperatures were to taper off and they would be in the middle of their normal and comfortable fall conditions. "Looks like a cave adventure won't be so bad after all," he mentions sleepily.

His arm flops back around Charlotte, and he scoots further down into the couch, not sure exactly how his legs were tangled around hers and the cushions, but he didn't care. It was comfortable.

Though tired, he can't help but run his fingers through her soft hair. "I don't think I can make it upstairs," he mumbles.