D POV

Gasping, I woke up. What a nightmare, again and again it comes back like a horrible memory yet it hasn't happened. What could it mean? But lets not dwell on that… there are pancakes to be eaten if I am not mistaken.

" Pancakes ducky come on!" a yes the cheery morning call of Emma, the renound food muncher.

Half way through eating there was a clatter and I looked up to see Emma with a shocked expression and wordlessly, she slid the newspaper to me and when I looked at it, I'm sure my face mirrored hers if not look more shocked.

Flock In Scotland

That's all I had to read. All Emma had to read.

E POV

" D-do ya think…could he.." I stuttered out not quite believing it. Would he remember? We read about him in those books but what if he forgot about us? About me?

" Don't worry Debra he'll remember, we can get him back at least, its been a long time." She said, a sad smile on her face and I suddenly remembered and regretted this even though I could get my Iggy back, we could never be a 4 again.

" Emma I.."

" Hey none of that I'm fine. Now, lets go see our little pyro," she said with a smile heading to the door and into the air, me close behind, thinking of the past.

I remember those years. I remember the walls, the cage, the smell, the dumbass white coats who wish so much to be God. I remember in my room there being 3 other cages. One with a young Debra, Iggy and Owen… Owen. Not a day goes by that I don't miss him. He was my best friend. My goofball. My protector. My Owen. Just like Debra and Iggy, best friends through it all until they took Iggy away. We never saw him again after that. We didn't know what happened to him and when we heard years later that other bird kids in the building escaped, well, we could only hope. And through all this we were there for Debra but when they escaped our lives got worse. Far worse. We were all strong but I'm not going to lie here, I cried at night and whenever I did Owen was there to hold me and tell me it was ok and I did the same for him on occasions when it got too tough.

So a couple years went by and it happened. They came in at night. Erasers and they looked pissed as hell, faces and claws bloody, there already ragged disgusting features marred by deep scratches. They started kicking our cages but that wasn't what got me. It was a scream. One that haunts me to this day. Owen. My Owen. Screaming to me. To help him. Erasers ripped at his back and arms causing blood to poor as though he was a tap as they dragged him from the room, a trail of blood behind them. Then I knew part of my ability. Debra and I got out. But not my Owen. I don't know what happened to him he could have escaped or.. And if that's the case it might have been me that hurt him. I was just so angry. I can't ever forget it. I have a lasting memory, everything stays with me. I love Ig like a brother don't get me wrong I can't wait to see him and I know Debra is excited (seriously bobbing up and down in the air, impressive even for her) I just wish Owen could be here too.