"That's human alright," Amy said, eyes wide. At about that moment, her phone buzzed. "I have to go back to the Forbidden Cities. Wow, did I just call my home forbidden?"
"I called your parents mom and dad."
"True." Amy reached for the crystal Sophie was holding out.
"Wait wait wait-" Fitz said. "I brought Biana's, mine, and Sophie two old nexuses. She needs to wear them all because she's human and lightleaping is seriously dangerous for her."
"What do I tell my parents about those?"
"Take them off before you go inside."
"I'm serious. This is an emergency." Amy had hailed her again about 5 minutes after leaving.
"Okay fine, what is it?" Sophie asked, waiting to hear that Kate Freeman had told her they couldn't have hamburgers that night.
"Cathey's allergic to soybeans."
"And?"
"Dad asked what she was allergic to, because he's inviting Cathey over for dinner. I said ingredients soybean stuff in it."
"And?" Sophie pressed.
"He…" Amy trailed off. "Remember how dad used to call you Soybean?"
"That was so irritating."
"Well, I'm also going to have a school field trip soon."
"Is that necessary to know?"
"Yeah! Because he signed the paper."
"Connor Freeman, right?"
"That's the problem! He signed it William Foster!"
"He what?" Sophie shouted.
"Told you it was an emergency," Amy mumbled.
"Okay. I'll alert the Collective. I don't know how you would, but don't let this reach the Council. They may want to wipe your memories. You're perfectly safe as long as we can find out what caused this."
"But I know what caused this," Amy insisted.
"What?"
"You know how dad called you soybean, right? He remembered you when I brought up soybeans. Which isn't supposed to happen. Their memories were supposed to be gone, not buried."
"Oh great," Sophie muttered. That nickname was causing more trouble than she had ever imagined.
"Natalie!" Amy's mother called. "It's time for dinner!"
"Who's Natalie?" Her father asked.
"See what I mean?" Amy whispered.
"Our daughter!"
"Which one? Amy or Sophie?"
"Great," Sophie muttered. "You've got to be kidding."
"Now you believe me?" Amy asked.
"I never really doubted you…" But now was not the time for sister arguments.
"Sophie?" her mother called. "Wait a second. Where's Sophie?"
"Dang it!" Sophie slammed her fist onto the little metal imparter. "I think I might have to pay a visit to the Freemans, Amy."
"Fosters."
"You're right."
