I've left the bathroom now and am now standing in front of this statue of whatever fictional creature the humans have made up. I might as well make myself at home, go over in my head how I'll introduce myself to the other Garde. I pull my sandwich out of the paper bag I had it in, going ahead and getting whatever energy I might need for later on. As I finish it up, I take notice of slight movement out of the corner of my left eye. A blonde headed boy who looks to be about my age is walking towards me.

I immediately stand up, walking over to meet him. He looks around, as if he's suspicious of something. "Are you who I'm looking for?" he asks. "I don't know," I reply. "Let me see your right leg." He hesitates for a moment, then lifts his right pant leg, showing me an identical set of scars to the ones I have on my right leg. I nod, then lift my right pant leg to show him the same. He smiles, then shakes my hand.

"I'm Number Four. But you can call me John. Glad we could finally get ahold of you." I chuckle a little. "Thanks for staying alive this long Four." Before I can continue, two more people appear, both girls around our age. One of them is blond, the other has raven-dark hair, who is currently glaring at me. "I'm Number Six. John was probably too nice to tell you that your stunt could've gotten you killed." I glare back at her, then say, "My Cepan died last week. The person I loved most a month before that. What would you have done?" Immediately her facial expression turns from one of pissed off to one of sympathy and sadness. "I'm sorry," Six says quietly.

I turn to the blonde, who also has a saddened look on her face. "Which number are you?" I ask her. "Oh, I'm not a Loric. I'm Sarah Hart. I'm John's girlfriend." I feel as if I'm going to get sick. In an instant, I'm having a flashback to the day that Emma and our son were killed. I can't help but feel as if the same is going to happen to these two. "It's best we go ahead and get out of here before any Mogs show up. The last thing I want to do today is put up with a bunch of pasty-skinned asshats." Six smirks at this, and John/Four has an entertained look on his face. Sarah just shakes her head as if she's heard this before. "I agree," is all John ends up saying.

Within several hours, we're in Chicago, just in time to see the sun rising over the horizon. It's the beautiful sights like this that remind me that we must fight to save this planet so that they do not suffer the same fate that we have. We end up coming to one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city, where I presume we're staying. We're all pretty worn out, having to have rotate between driving. Four knocks on the door in some kind of rhythmic pattern in which the door opens, revealing a deeply tanned boy with intense green eyes, a Spanish-looking girl with a warm, welcoming smile, and a small girl who only appears to look only 11 or so. I'm first greeted by the Spaniard girl, who surprises me with a tight hug. I'm shocked at this display of affection, but find myself returning the hug to her. As I enter this penthouse, I hear a male voice shout, "Power in numbers baby! Woot woot!"

I turn around and see a shirtless brute-like guy, completely muscular and only wearing a pair of jogging pants. He's grinning like an idiot, and he looks to be the brute of the bunch. Well, up until I showed. I wonder what they'll think of me whenever we all enter our first battle together. "Which one are you?" I ask him. "I am Number Nine. And you sir, must be Five." He's a perceptive one, I'll give him that. "Yeah, I would think that's the case." The Spaniard girl introduces herself as Seven, who prefers to go by Marina, and the boy with the intense green eyes is Eight. The youngest of my fellow Garde introduces herself as Ten, but says her real name is Ella. "Aren't you quite the surprise?" I say. She nods, excited that I'm here and we're all together. "I was an accident, but I got here anyway." I'm confused at this statement, but accept it nonetheless. I notice out of the corner of my eye that John and Marina exchange a look, to which I see her mouth something.

For the first time in weeks, I finally feel happy again. I'm glad that the whole gang is here and that we're finally going to take back what was taken from us. But with the sun rising and all of us having stayed up the previous night to make sure everything worked out well, we're all just about crashed. Except Nine. That guy looks like he's had one shot of 5-Hour Energy too many. Oh well. I'm guided down a hallway, to which all of us are heading. Nine and I notice Four and Sarah enter the same room. I look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Don't worry. You aren't going to hear any bed shaking," he says, grinning. I just shake my head at him. Oh he's going to be loads of fun, I can tell that now.

Nine leads me to the only open room left, a small bedroom with a bed draped in black and cobalt colored sheets. "Figured I'd save this one for you. It used to be mine, but I tend to do a lot of sleeping in the living room area nowadays. Only seems right to give it to you bro." I nod at this, then look to him. "Thanks Nine. I appreciate it." I extend my hand to shake his hand, then say to him, "Tomorrow, we'll go over some training and stuff with the others. Mostly though, I wanna show you my weapons and Legacies and such." He grins at this and says, "Looking forward to it." He leaves me be then, making his way back towards the living room.

I close the door behind me, find a pair of boxers that look like they'll fit, then get into said boxers and make a beeline for the bed. It's been too long since I've slept in a bed, and I can tell this one is going to be quite the comfortable one. As I lay my head down on the pillow, I cannot help but smile at the thought that we're all back together at that everything is going to get better soon. Perhaps some peaceful time like this will allow me to get my head straight and help the others win this war.

I fall asleep, dreaming about killing Setrakus Ra and attending a celebration in Washington, D.C. to celebrate the end of the war. What a dream to have.

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