Its eyes were bright orange.

That was what had drawn Raz into the depths of Gloria's mind. Exploring the catwalks, trying to find that last pesky figment he'd missed, he'd seen the thing. A muse of Gloria's, Raz thought immeadiately. But his instincts told him otherwise. And when you're psychic, instincts are meant to be followed. Something in Raz's mind told him that the strange thing he'd seen wasn't supposed to be there. It had no shape or even solid outline. All it was, was orange eyes and grey-ish… something. It moved too fast for its body shape to be identified. Raz chased it all around the catwalks, but it was always just out of reach, hiding, staring at him from above or below, its breathing loud and suffocated, its huge orange eyes with black specks for pupils watching him anxiously as its clawed hands clinked upon the metal bars. It didn't seem hostile. But at the same time, it seemed to Raz to be dangerous. So Raz chased it until he'd fallen four times and was beginning to get dizzy. Finally, he exited Gloria's mind into the Collective Unconscious.

He didn't bother shutting the door to Gloria's mind. Sasha had given him a lecture about that once, that it could be dangerous. Raz didn't see how. If he couldn't take items from one mind to another, then how could anything transfer itself from one mind to another? Besides, even the worst nightmares couldn't exit someone's mind. Raz had seen one of Milla's try when it found the doorway. Nothing bad could ever happen from leaving a door open. The only bad thing in Gloria's mind was the Phantom, and he was gone anyway.

Life seemed to go back to normal for a brief moment. When he reventured into Gloria's mind, there was no sign of the creature. All was peaceful, so he dismissed it as one of those weird feelings psychics just get for no reason. Raz went around, doing normal circus stuff for a week – performing, talking, trying to talk the other performers into letting him try beer now that he was 12 – when Sasha Nein and Milla Vodello appeared.

Sasha did not look happy. That much was clear by the way Milla kept placing her hand on his shoulder and whispering, "Darling, he didn't know, it's not his fault." Sasha was wearing a black trenchcoat that day, with golden buttons. Raz remembered that because that was the last outfit he saw Sasha in before it happened. Milla was dressed in a dark pink dress that came to her knees, with orange dots on it. Raz remembered that because the color orange made him shudder. The two older Agents stared at him for a moment. Sasha's stare was angry. Milla's was confused, maybe sympathetic.

Finally Edik, Raz's dad, stepped forward and asked, "What is it? What do you want with my son?"

Sasha replied coldly, "My apologies, but we must hereby place Razputin Zaberial Aquato under arrest for charges of treason, terrorism, and driving one Lili Zanotto insane."

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This WILL be a Lili/Raz fic, but it'll take about 10 chapters to get there.

That's all I can say.