Zak was sitting on the couch watching TV. It was a normal day. Nothing weird going on. His mom was cooking breakfast. His dad was in his office examining some new relic he found. Fisk was fighting Komodo over a tennis ball. Everything was perfectly normal. Then suddenly, there was the sound of a huge explosion from outside.

"What was that?" Zak asked. His mom looked at him.

"I don't know." She grabbed her fire sword. Then Doc ran in.

"Did you guys here that?" Drew nodded.

"Let's go check it out." The family ran out of the house and looked around to see where it came from. They walked around the house. Suddenly, they came upon a crashed fighter jet. They ran over to it. There was no one in the cockpit.

"Whoever was flying this jet must have ejected before it crashed," Drew said. Doc nodded. Then, they heard groaning. They turned around and followed the sound. There was a boy, about fourteen, with long brown hair. Doc and Drew quickly ran over to the boy. He looked up at them.

"Wh…where am I? What happened?" Drew knelt beside him.

"Don't worry; your safe now. That was a pretty bad crash you were in." The boy looked up at her. Then he tried to stand up. He started to fall over, but Drew caught him. "I think we should get you inside." Drew and Doc helped the injured boy inside of the house. They sat him down on the couch. "Is there anything we could get you?" Drew asked. The boy looked at her.

"No. I'm good." She sat down beside him and started to unzip his jacket.

"You're gonna melt if you keep this jacket on." He stopped her.

"I think I should leave it on." Drew gave him a weird look.

"You got banged up pretty bad in that crash. We should check for injuries."

"The coat stays on." Drew was about ready to pull her hair out.

"Why?" The boy looked at her.

"Because I said so." Drew put her hand to her head.

"Why are you being so stubborn?" The boy sunk into the couch.

"Why are you so obsessed with getting this coat off of me?" Drew started to unzip the boy's coat again. The boy grabbed her hand. Then he let go and let her unzip his coat. Drew looked. The grey T-shirt that was underneath was shredded with claw marks and covered with blood.

"How did you get all these gashes?" The boy put his head down.

"I don't want to talk about it." Drew stood up.

"We should probably get you to the med lab." The boy nodded. Then he stood up. He and Drew walked over to the med lab. The boy sat down on a chair. Drew looked at him. "I've been meaning to ask you what your name is." The boy looked at her.

"What's yours?" Drew smiled.

"Drew Saturday." The boy smiled.

"Drew Saturday. Now that's a nice name." Drew opened the closet and pulled out some gauze.

"Like I asked; what's your name?"

"Nico." Drew walked over with gauze and some hydrogen peroxide.

"Well, Nico, this is going to sting a little." She cut the front of his shirt open and started to clean his cuts. Nico looked at her.

"Drew?" Drew looked at him.

"Yeah, Nico?" Nico put his head down.

"I can't stay here."

"Why not?" He looked up.

"I can't tell you why. I just need to leave." Drew put her hand on his shoulder.

"You're not in any condition to leave." Nico pushed her hand off of his shoulder. Then he stood up.

"I have to leave. Your entire family will be in danger if I stay." Drew raised an eyebrow.

"How are you putting my family in danger?" He looked away.

"There's this guy named Van Rook that…"

"Van Rook is after you?!" Nico turned around.

"You know Van Rook?" Drew stood up.

"Yeah. He's always trying to attack this family." Nico looked at her.

"Well then; I should probably just stay here."

"Exactly my point." Nico walked back over to Drew.

"You know, you look familiar. I feel like I've seen you before." Drew shrugged.

"I don't ever remember seeing you, Nico." He thought for a second, then pulled a picture out of his pocket. He looked at the photo, then looked at Drew.

"It's you. It has to be you." Drew looked at Nico.

"What has to be me?" Nico handed her a photo. She looked in awe at the photo of her as a kid with her mother, her father, and Doyle. She looked at Nico. "Where did you get this photo?"

"From my sister. She was found as a baby with nothing but this photo and a note. I can't believe you're the girl in the photo. Do you know what this means?"

"No. I don't." Nico smiled.

"It means I know your fourteen year old sister." Drew put her hand to her head and sat down.

"How is that possible? My parents died when I was ten. They would have had to have been like sixty-five when they had her."

"Sixty-seven." Drew looked up.

"What?"

"Sixty-seven. They both died at age sixty-seven. She was orphaned as a newborn, so your parents must have given birth at sixty-seven." Drew leaned back into the chair.

"So their dead?" Nico nodded.

"I'm sorry." Drew stood up.

"I never knew what happened to them. At least now I know that they were okay." Nico leaned up against the wall.

"So, do you want to meet your sister? I know she's dying to meet you." Drew nodded. "She looks just like you. Has that same fire inside. We've known each other since we were both five. That was when my mom adopted her. They live on an island in the Atlantic. It's a really nice place. Nice and cool. It snows every now and then, but it's nice and warm now. C'mon, I'll give you the coordinates. We can go now." Nico started to walk out the door, but Drew stopped him.

"What about Zak and Doc."

"Bring them with you. I'm sure Zak will want to meet his aunt." Drew put her hand on Nico's shoulder.

"What's her name?" Nico smiled.

"Christina."