It was beyond freezing up here. Maybe I should have taken the hint when all of the planes started heading in when the snaow started coming down. Hey! I'm a teenager with wings, hallow bones, huge longs and I'm the almighty indisputable leader of the flock. Nowhere in there did I say I was observent.

I heard a sneeze and looked over. If it had come from one of the kids I would have started to worry, but it came from Fang. Fang, who other then grievous injuries has never been anywhere near sick a day in his life. "Okay, we land." I commanded.

I didn't even know where we were going to land yet. Taking a quick look below us I spotted what appeared to be a large cemtary. "We land near that statue." I told them, have saying it to myself.

Tucking in my wings I swooped in at an easy glide. When we'd all landed I looked at my flock. This wasn't good. We'd just come from Texas, so the warmest thing we all had was a couple of blankets and some wind breakers. "It looks like we need to find some coats guys."

Fang gave me a miserable "No duh" Yep, he was deffinately sick. Which meant I had to get them all in a warm place asap.

Suddenly I saw a figure move not a 100 yards away. I turned to see a small black woman stare at us all in amazement. "Are you... Are you those kids we saw on the news?" She asked.

Great, just great. Well at least she wasn't a white coat.

"... Yes" I said. Her eyes lit up. "Please, don't tell anyone."

The old woman smiled, "I won't tell a soul, sugar." She said. "But you children need to get out of this blizzard. Do you have somewhere to go?"

I looked at her and bit my lip. I wanted to lie and say that we did, but that would leave us out in the cold. So I did something in between. "We're looking, but first I need to get these guys some gear. I wasn't expecting a blizzard.

The old woman nodded and shufffled through her purse. "I have been reading your page on the Internet-"

"My blog?" Fang asked, interupting the woman to tsked at him.

"I've been reading your...blog... and I don't like what they're doing. You guys need all of the support you can get." She said softly.

I think my eyeballs were hanging down by my knees. "And you never doubted it?"

The woman smile. "Honey, I'm the mother of a homicide detective, I've heard alot of things that I found hard to believe, but they were always true. My name is Granny Cross." And she handed me a card. "That's my son Alex. If you run into any problems down here in D.C, I want you to call him. He's a good boy, he'll help you." She said and started to march across the snow.

Alex Cross... Why did that name sound so familiar...?