Harriette put a hand on her knee. "I'm sorry." She said just because it felt like the right thing to say. Then she looked at her 'art'. "What's that?" Harriette asked, as always, eager.

Aww, James, put Spike down! If it would make everything better, I could bring Papy from my dimension sometime to play with Spike. She said. She finished her cereal then grabbed Spike from the air. She smiled and laughed a bit.

Morgan woke with a start. No. It wasn't real. But one glance at her surroundings said otherwise, and her head said it was all her fault. Just say it, and it'll come true, her conscience said. But her abilities only stretched so far. Where one quirk wouldn't work, the other would, and where one quirk would destroy, the other would fix. And that was something Morgan couldn't handle, even if she thought she would rather have this paradox instead of one and wishing for another.

James thought about it as he took Spike and gave him the rest of his cereal. "Um, if you want. I mean, Spike is more than a best companion and stuff. A parting gift, if you will, from mom and dad. I still can't get over the fact that Harriette remembers what happened, I don't. Not that I exactly believe her story that i had been out for a day..." James just shut his mouth. enough said about the past. He was not there, but here in time.

felicia smiled at Morgan. "Hi-ya. The rest are eating in the kitchen." She said quietly, petting a little fennec fox behind the ears. She had a way with animals.

Adam was trying to be alone outside, sobbing.

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"Oh," Morgan rubbed her eyes, blinking. "Thanks." She smiled back at Felicia, but her head ached. Something was wrong. Wrong with someone...someone was hurting, but she didn't know who. Or why.

"You're welcome." She hesitated,frowning slightly. "You all right?" she asked softly as the fennec fox yawned, stretched, and jumped off her arms, going out side via a window.

Aww, your parents sound like great people. She said quietly. She stroked Spikes head. Could you tell me about your parents, or at least what you remember about them sometime? She asked.

James smiled. "sure, though the one you really should be asking is Harriette." Spike, who is a yorkshire terrier, licked her hand. "And...maybe now would be a better time. In case I forget anything else." he said quietly.