Disclaimer: Set in the universe created by Rick Riordan. All characters used are either of his creation, or are OCs created by myself, my partner, or other writers by whom we have gained permission for use.

Author's Note: Chapter 3. A bit sappy, but gives some important history, as well as foreshadowing. Blake's perspective.

"You know; if you're so fed up with Howard, why not make a claim for yourself as leader?" Hannah asked as she ducked allowing me to whack one of our mortal assailants with my bow. "I mean, you're qualified, and you're about as good a strategist and leader as he is, and you seem to be able to handle stressful situations pretty well." She ducked again, this time rolling behind me, and bashing another mortal's head in with her shield.

I huffed at her statement, sending arrows flying towards oncoming enemies. There were more than we anticipated, we'd have to check out our lead, make sure he hadn't changed allegiances.

"Sure. Strategist and leader, but did you forget the fighting part?" I answered her carefully, keeping my eye out for incoming danger. "The only way to become leader is to either defeat the previous leader in a duel, or for the instructors to appoint a new one, and as I'm sure you've noticed, Howard's probably the best fighter we've got. Besides, Chiron and Lupa have been pretty chummy with him lately. I doubt I'll get their support."

"Uh-huh." Hannah said, knocking down another too baddies. She had a small smile on her face, like she'd just won some battle. She glanced at me, probably catching a glimpse of my confusion and smiled ever wider.

"What's so funny?" I asked, but Hannah just nodded behind me, at three enemies coming through the emergency exit. I was about to ask again, but the bad guys drew their weapons. I rolled my eyes. Mortals. I often wondered why the Supremacist ever bothered giving them weapons. They were no match for a demigod; hell half of them probably didn't even know they were wielding a sword. They probably thought it was one of those police batons. I drew an arrow and fired it at the guy in the middle. He jumped left, but not quick enough. My arrow imbedded itself into his left shoulder, and he hit the ground hard.

His friends then decided to charge me. Really? I wasn't in the mood, not when I had just realized that Hannah had probably used one of her mental games to get me to admit something without me even realizing. I shot an arrow at the guy on my left, sprinting after it. He was ready for the arrow, and narrowly dodged it, but he wasn't ready for my foot when I drop kicked him in the side of the head. He crumpled and I turned to the other guy, who was standing there with a concerned look on his face. "What the hell? How can you take so many of us out? They said guarding this data would be easy! Screw this!" The baddy turned on his heel and ran. I felt kinda bad for him, so I decided to keep him alive, but I couldn't have him sounding any alarms. I drew an arrow with a blunt head and shot it at his head, knocking him out. He'd wake up with a bad headache, and probably a concussion, but he'd be alive.

After I was done being merciful I turned back to Hannah who seemed to have finished up her side of the roof. I knew this because she was tying up about a dozen unconscious mortals in a neat, tight, little circle. She looked up at me, "Oh, are you finished?" she said, that smile still on her lips.

"Obviously." I said, annoyed. I stepped over a couple guys I left lying on the ground to get to her. "So, you gonna tell me what you got me to admit to?"

"What? You can't figure it out?" her eyebrow rose with the question. I grunted and shrugged. "Blake, you said it yourself, Chiron and Lupa are both quite content with Howard, more than that actually. They like him a lot, and you can't deny that he's good at his job, he wouldn't let anything happen to any of us, no matter how much we don't like him."

"Yeah, almost all of us." I retorted angrily. "Or did you forget what happened? It was only six months ago."

Hannah stayed quiet for a moment. She seemed surprised, I'd caught her off guard. "Blake." She said slowly. Her voice trembled slightly. "You can't keep blaming Howard for that. It was a mistake, you know he regrets it."

"But it wasn't, Hannah!" I yelled angrily. "We both know that! Howard knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew exactly what would happen! And now he's gone, he's dead!"

Hannah cringed slightly, and I tried to calm down. She didn't normally react like that, nor did I for that matter, but I couldn't help it, this was a touchy subject. "Blake." She paused, her stormy grey eyes locking with my gold ones. "We all miss him, but you have to move on. It's what L-" she stopped herself, unable to finish his name.

Logan.

Our pick up had good timing, because not long after that, the Team's helicopter sounded in the distance. As it came closer I say Ralph in the pilot seat with Trent co-piloting. His team must have finished their mission successfully too.

We boarded after making the mutual, mental decision to not take the conversation any further. "Hey guys? Mission success?" Wyatt asked as we entered the passenger booth. Lily was tending to a wound on his leg and smiled at us when we came in.

"Yeah, bro. Got the data, and got to kick some ass in the process. Perfect stress reliever." I tried to sound cheerful, nobody needed to be gloomy, really we had enough on our plates.

"Double win then." Trent smiled back from the co-pilot's seat, holding up a lunchbox thermos that was shaking slightly. "But you guys got the boring job. Look what we bagged." The legacy of Hermes and Poseidon tossed the thermos to me and I snatched it out the air.

"Trent!" Lily yelled authoritatively. "Don't throw it around like that! What if it opened accidentally?"

"Then we'd be in some serious shit, wouldn't we?" Wyatt winced as Lily showed him what she thought of his joke by tightening the bandage on his thigh. "Gods, Lily! I use that leg to walk, be careful!"

"What is it, and why is it shaking?" I asked, observing the bottle gingerly. It seemed to be part of a set for Hercules Busts Heads, probably one of those weird shows the gods watch on Olympian TV. There was something else strange about it though. I could hear something coming from inside, like a bunch of muffled fairies. "Am I the only one that hears that?"

"Nope." Hannah answered quickly, bringing her head closer to the thermos. "There's definitely something inside it. A monster of some sort?" she asked inquisitively, looking up at the others for an answer.

"Not quite, Hannah." Ralph didn't look back, keeping a vigilant eye out for anything that could threaten us from the sky. "You're looking at the Thermos of the Winds. Why anyone decided to put the winds in a thermos is unknown to me, but it's quite ingenious, to create something that could hold such powerful properties. Definitely my father's work."

"Oh interesting. Why exactly do we need it? We've got Cam don't we?" Hannah asked, this time somewhat skeptically. Wyatt immediately huffed, and Trent made a sour face. It was now somewhat obvious what our answer was going to be.

"Another one of Howard's secrets. Apparently we're just supposed to 'complete our mission like you are order to. Questions come later.' Like we're some kinda personal pick-up and delivery service at his convenience." Wyatt's brow furrowed.

Lily sighed next to him. "You guys don't need to be like that. Howard has his reasons for keeping things secret. Trust him." My eyes flicked up at her, she had a sort of pleading look in her face, but you could tell that she believe what she said. Lily was a smart girl, she didn't just put her trust in anyone, but I was afraid her emotions were clouding her judgment. And I wasn't the only one who thought so.

"Oh come on Lily, even you have to admit, Howard's being really suspicious. Besides, it's hard to trust him after his last screw up. I don't know how that didn't turn you off from him for good." Wyatt stated plainly, trying to control his obvious anger, but Lily remained silent. She looked up at him for a second, eye to eye, then wiped a tear from her eye and got up.

"Hey Trent, switch seats with me?" she asked meekly, "I think I need to clock more hours in the co-pilot seat." Hannah flashed Wyatt an angry look. I was thinking the same thing, but at least I kept my mouth shut.

Trent complied as expected, removing himself from his seat, allowing Lily to take his place. Before he joined us he looked back at Lily longingly, and then gave Wyatt a similar look to Hannah's.

Wyatt sighed, flipping his blue harmonica between his fingers. "Look, I'm sorry, Lily. It's just-" he sighed again, resting his head back against the seat. "I just can't forgive him as easy as you did."

Lily didn't look back, but her voice came to us faintly. "I know."

The rest of the ride home was silent, well to everyone except me and Hannah, who had to deal with the muffled chirps coming from the thermos, and to be honest, they were really annoying. "Hey, neither of you can fly, right? Let us out and we'll do it for you!" "Don't you wanna be cool like your daddies?" "C'mon, let us out!" "Please?" "Okay, no?" "Just think of what we could do if we joined forces!"

I was about a couple seconds away from chucking the thing out the helicopter when we passed through the Compound's invisible border. Even in the late night, you could tell that we were on high alert. Ever since we analyzed all the data we recovered from the Supremacist envoys, along with the info Uncle Gary provided us with, security was a main issue.

Now instead of just relying on the security systems set up around the grounds, we were running patrols. Even though I couldn't see her, I knew Gwen was waiting in a tree, her rifle trained on us. If an enemy managed to hide themselves on board, she'd take care of them the second they showed their face. Some wolves were running a perimeter around the compound, keeping to the shadows. They were led by one much large wolf, Lupa. Even she had begun to pitch in. As we approached the helipad, a few dark figures appeared near us. Layla, Joanna, and Katrina flanked us on three of the five pegasi we had on at the Compound. And if that wasn't enough for security, Howard and Uncle Gary were waiting at the helipad, weapons drawn.

As I stepped out, Uncle Gary shot me a grin, and even though he was wearing his shades (which was weird, considering it was night) I could tell he sent a wink as well, then he nodded up at Howard, who wore an uncomfortable look on his face. I couldn't help but feel amused at his discomfort, especially since he tried to hide it as we got closer.

"Hey Howard, what's with the weird look?" Ralph asked somewhat cheerfully as he handed him the data Hannah and I collected as well as the thermos (thank the gods).

Howard decided not to answer, and quickly thanked us for our hard work and turned back towards the Mansion, leaving us all looking at Uncle Gary. "What? I was just asking how he was doing with the ladies. You'd think he'd be more popular, man with his power." Everyone cracked up; even Lily couldn't help but giggle a little.

"He's been doing that all day." Katrina said as her pegasus landed right next to us. I helped her off the palomino winged horse. "Thanks." She smiled. "You don't look banged up at all, I thought it was an Alpha mission?" she teased.

"Maybe I'm just that good." I said cockily, though the joke was short lived on account of Wyatt's big mouth.

"Please, bro. We all know Hannah probably took ninety percent of the enemies while you just shot your little pewpew arrows around the place."

"Oh yeah? As I recall, you couldn't even dodge the stones I shot at you with my slingshot ten years ago. Wanna test out the little, flimsy arrows? The Greek fire ones?" I challenged playfully as we all walked back to the Mansion.

"I was a clumsy kid, you know that." Wyatt retorted. "But yeah, let's play some high stakes dodge ball sometime."

I was about to answer when something caught my eye. Up on the third floor of the Mansion, I spotted Cam, looking out the window. It looked like he was sulking, and I didn't blame him. Cam was on complete lockdown. He wasn't able to leave the Compound, for missions or anything, and when we had training, the poor guy had to use the tunnels. His Zeus genes must've been going crazy.

Katrina apparently saw what I was looking at and squeezed my hand, gaining my attention. "I think he's pretty bummed. Maybe you should go and talk to him?" she suggested.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I doubt he's taking his 'protection' very well." I agreed. "I need his help anyway."

"Good. He'll appreciate it. And when you're done," she said, quickly giving me a kiss. "Come by my room, yeah?" she suggested again. Though this time it was a lot more playful.

"I don't think I can refuse that offer."

"I don't think you can either." Wyatt said, grinning deviously and earning himself a smack in the back of the head from Layla, though her expression wasn't much different.

We all parted ways, most to dinner. Hannah and Lily went to the conference room, volunteering themselves to the debriefing.

I wasn't very hungry, so I decided to visit Cam, but first I made my way to Room 137, which represented the day and month I was born. The door was labeled "Blake's Super Secret Special Room". That's what the younger kids called it, and it was true, but we older kids normally just called it my arrow room.

I entered the room, immediately feeling right at home. On each side of the room there was a different station. Above three of the four workstations, were shelves where I kept different parts of my arrows. One side for the shafts, one for the heads and one for the tails. They were all made of several different materials, and had different weights, shapes and sizes, and could have as many different effects, depending on how I decided to use them together. I decided on which combinations I would use before each mission.

The first three workstations were exactly how I left them in the morning, the fourth however, wasn't. That was the station that I used for work on my bows, and finishing touches on the arrows, and it was currently occupied by a petite figure with red hair. "Cindy! How do you keep getting in here?" I wasn't sure if I was amused or not, but I was genuinely curious. I was the only one who had the code to get into this room.

"I can't tell you that your password is obvious, else you'll change it." She said quickly slapping herself in the face. "Okay, forget I said that! Pretend I said I walked through the wall, okay, B?"

I couldn't help but smile at my younger cousin. Her speech was getting better. She used to have such a slurred tone it was kinda difficult to understand her at times. She was definitely working on it. "Yeah, sure, C. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be like, training or studying or something?"

"I am training!" her answer came almost immediately. "Well, at least, that's what I'm here for. Or did you forget that you said teach me about putting charms and curses on arrows?"

"Oh. Umm, course not. I just came here to get the arrows. I knew I'd find you here." I went over to a stack of arrows that I'd piled earlier. They were almost ready for battle, they just needed a few magical adjustments. Before she died, my mother, who was a daughter of Apollo taught me a few charms and curses, I used those, along with some light manipulation that Uncle Gary taught me and some help from Cam to make my arrows all the more deadly.

"Uh-huh." Cindy grinned. She was still missing a couple teeth in the back, though you could only tell when she put on a big smile. "So are we working in here?"

"Nope. We're going to visit Cam. I think he's lonely." I explained, leading Cindy through the door. I glanced back and saw the worried look on her face. "Everything okay, C? You don't have a problem with Cam, do you?"

"No!" she was quick to defend herself again. "It's just, he's mad, and when Cameron is mad, weird things happen. Kinda like when Jake gets mad, 'cept he's not as violent. I dunno." I couldn't blame her. She had a reason to be afraid. Cam was different even from us, and that's saying a lot.

Even though we were half-bloods, we were different from our parents. We were all the offspring of two demigods, second generations. Most of our powers weren't as powerful as our parents. Like, my dad could pretty much control the weather, torrential rains and powerful lightning storms, but the most I could do was make a fog, which worked well considering my fighting style and light manipulation but still, it would've been nice if I could call up some lighting without a Zeus Bolt.

Thing was, Cam was the exception. Not only was he as powerful as a first generation demigod, but he had powers from other gods as well. He could manipulate water better than the Poseidon legacies, and had mastery over weapons like Ares kids. I wasn't sure on the details, I don't think anyone was, but he was special.

"It's okay, Cindy. Nothing's gonna happen, of everyone here; Cam shouldn't be the person who scares you the most." I tried to console the younger girl. She smiled up at me and nodded, quickening her step to match mine. As we walked to the residential area of the Mansion, she told me how she cursed the North twins to only speak in rhymes, and how Katrina scolded her for using her powers on the kids, and not someone her own age, which prompted Cindy to do it again on Derek Osborne.

"He got kinda mad, and I think his axe was about to come out, but then Howard walked past, and he got angrier, but for another reason." She finished her story as we got to Cam's bedroom door. I rapped knuckles on the oak door a couple of times, and when there was no answer, Cindy echoed it, and also doubled the amount of locks. I glared at her. "What? I'm tired of holding all these arrows, and I wanna learn!"

After a couple more seconds, the door finally opened, exposing a very gloomy looking Cameron Smith. "Hey guys." He said stepping aside. He glanced at our shoulder, and raised a quick eyebrow. "Arrow mods?"

"Yup. Cindy also wants a bit of a lesson, so I figured two birds-one stone." I said entering his room. It was almost identical to mine, and every other person who lived here's room, except for the decorations. On the walls were a couple posters of cars and celebrities, either of which he could've gotten from Wyatt. His dresser held a couple framed photos, mostly of the past. One of his parents before they died, one of us as little kids in my parents' old New York pent house. All before the Supremacist took over.

"Three birds actually. Didn't you say Katrina sent you to talk to him about being so gloomy?" Cindy chimed in. I shot her another glare for having such a big mouth.

"Tch. Like I don't have a reason to be gloomy. Trapped in here, I can take care of myself, obviously. Let the Sup send his men, I'll fight them off, like I always do." Cam said angrily.

I raised my eyebrow at my younger cousin. Anger wasn't a common emotion on him, and it didn't suit his kind heart well. "C'mon Cam. I know it sucks, but you are in danger. The Supremacist is looking for you, that means every time you go out, they'll be trying to capture you. We have to figure out a plan." I said, trying to sound diplomatic, which was strange. Since when did I start defending Howard's decisions? "Anyway, help us out? I wanna show Cindy firsthand how this stuff works."

Cam huffed. "Yeah, let's do it." He took the quiver Cindy was holding and guided us to his bed. "We can do it here. The usual, right?"

"Yeah."

As we were about to start, Cindy interjected. "Wait, what's the usual?"

I smiled. "Oh you know. Invisible arrows, explosives, ice blasts, sonic booms, and my trademark, the Zeus bolt."

"Cool." She said, turning back to the arrows that Cam and I had laid out on the bed. "So I'll watch you then? Since I can't do magic, like Cam."

"That's right, C. Watch carefully."

Cam and I got started on the arrows. It was pretty meticulous work; well at least it was for me. Having to implement my light manipulation and then send a prayer up to my grandfather so that they'd work the way I wanted. I got Cindy to help too, though her skills were a bit lacking, she managed complete three arrows before tiring herself out. We were almost done by the time I noticed she'd fallen asleep.

I caught Cam smiling at her sweetly. "You know she's a little young for you, man." I teased.

He rolled his eyes, but kept his smile. "She's still so innocent, and peaceful. She knows what she's getting into, but she doesn't seem to mind. I can't remember the last time I slept so well."

I got up, making my way to the window, trying to see if I could spot our patrol units. "That's because she hasn't been in the field yet. She still doesn't fully understand the danger we're in. That's why, I just want to end this, so that she and the other kids can always sleep peacefully."

I heard Cam chuckle, and I saw his expression through the reflection in the window. His kind smile, a mix of both his parents'. "You're as noble as ever, Blake." He said, causing me to smile a bit. "You'd make a good leader, but with Howard here, you might not ever get that chance." I wanted to tell him that I'd have that conversation enough that day, but what he said next startled me. "You ever think about leaving?"

"What?" I questioned, spinning around to face him. "Leaving the Team? No, never!" What kind of question was that? What would I want to leave the Compound.

"Not by yourself, of course, I'd go with you. But, it's hard to say, but with everything that's happened in the last year, it feels like things are about to fall apart."

"Maybe you should talk to Chiron and Lupa, if you really do feel that." Cameron also had powers with prophecy, even though he had nothing to do with Apollo. His powers however, didn't work like mind. While I got visions and dreams, Cam felt things. It's kinda hard to explain, since I'm not the one who feels it, but he can tell when there's a change coming. I remember he cried for a week right before his dad died, same with his mom.

"I would, but you know what?" He eyed me carefully. I knew he'd be watching for my reaction. "It isn't a bad feeling."

Before I could say anything, Cindy woke up. "What's not a bad feeling?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Nothing, C. We're done though." I told her, collecting my arrows from Cam's bed.

"Yeah, good job on your arrows, Cindy. The Supremacist's soldiers'll never see what hit 'em, literally." Cam smiled warmly at her. She grinned back, jumping off the bed.

"Good night, Cameron." She said making as she opened the door. "And thank you."

"Night, man. I'll see what I can do about getting you out in the open, so no more being angry. And no more being cryptic either." I told my cousin, following Cindy out. He nodded and bade us good bye.

After we made it down the hall, Cindy said good bye to me as well, and left for her room.

I didn't do much the rest of that night, actually, I didn't have the energy to do much. After the mission and the arrow modifications, I was beat, so I headed back to my room. I could hear voices coming from Wyatt's room, but I ignored them. As much as I wanted to hang out with my best friend, I was too tired.

Within seconds of hitting the pillow, I was asleep. I was hoping that would be a good thing, but the Fates had other ideas, very bad ideas.

"Wyatt!" I yelled, as he was flung through the already damaged wall. He wasn't getting back up anytime soon. I saw Lily already going to his aid so I focused my attention back on the fight. Cam and Logan were keeping the thing at bay, but they weren't going to hold out much longer. I shot a barrage of arrows at the target but, it had no effect. Half my quiver was already sticking out of the back of his armor, all it did was make him more angry.

"Everyone fall back! We need to regroup!" Howard called, half dragging an injured Katrina out the door.

"Dammit! I'll cover! Logan, Cam, MOVE!" I sent some more arrows at our opponent. This time though, they exploded on contact, providing a smoke screen for the other to escape.

The enemy roared, and I made my way out the building, sprinting towards the exit. "There is no escape! I will kill you, as the Master ordered!" he yelled. His voice sent razor chills down my spine. Just what the hell was he?

Then he charged, like a frickin rhino, armor and all. I shot more arrows, trying to get him to steer away from the larger group, who were all injured and slow to get away. It worked. He veered off course, coming straight for me. "Shit." I said, trying to jump get out the way, but he was gaining speed and I was too slow.

He hit me in mid air, ramming into a nearby wall. I could feel my ribs crack, and my vision began to fade as I fell to the ground. The big guy didn't stay long, obviously content with the job he'd done. I couldn't move, I could barely think straight, my consciousness was fading fast. "Blake!" I heard Katrina faintly.

"Idiot!" Howard yelled. "Logan, Cam, Hannah, let's go!"

I heard when their weapons crashed against his, but they wouldn't hold him back for long. He'd take most of us out already. What was Howard's plan? I tried to get up, find a way to help them. If I could get his attention, they'd be able to escape. I tried to move, I willed my muscles to pull me up. It was the greatest struggle I'd ever had to only stand up. I tried to take a step and began to fall.

Halfway down, someone caught me. "Whoa there. Don't do anything stupid." Scott whispered, dragging me away. "I got you." He said.

"Gods of Olympus help us! We need to escape!" Howard called. "Logan! You know what to do, protect-"

I blanked out before I heard the rest of the order, but even while I was unconscious, it made me uneasy.

I woke up almost a day later. I sprung up as soon as I was awake, which was a bad idea. My ribs were already healing, but they were very sore.

I was in the Infirmary, at the Compound. We made it? I sighed in relief.

"Thank gods. You're awake. I was afraid we'd have to do it without you."

I spun around, wincing at the pain in my ribs, to see Katrina in the seat next to my bed. "Kat?" My relief grew, she was okay, a little banged up, but alive. "Do what without me?"

She steeled her jaw, she stared at me, but she didn't meet my eyes. "Someone. Didn't make it."

"What?" I jumped out the bed, ignoring. "You don't mean someone died?" she didn't have to answer, I saw the truth in her face.

"Who?" she still remained silent. She was crying, so I didn't ask again. I hadn't seen her cry since her mom passed away. "Let's go." I said, taking her hand and leading her out the door. Any other day and she might have smacked me in the head, but in a time of tragedy, people took comfort when it came.

As we made our way down the hall, my mind worked, putting the pieces together.

'You know what to do, protect-'

Everyone was congregated outside. Some people nodded as we passed, others just kept staring at the center of the circle.

On top of a pyre was a person completely covered in a shroud baring the symbols of Ares and Poseidon. Next to it, Derek Osborne was holding a lit torch in one trembling hand, the other holding on tightly to Wyatt's shirt, tears were streaming down his face. Wyatt was the same, his hand on Derek's shoulder.

Instinctively I went to them. Placing my hand on Derek's other shoulder. Wyatt looked over at me, but said nothing. He didn't need to, I could practically hear his thoughts. We were a trio, he, Logan and I. We would look after Derek from now on, and we would do everything to never let this happen again.

We all stayed and watched our friend as he joined out parents in the Underworld.

The dream shifted. This time it wasn't a memory, but a vision.

The silhouette of the same enemy that got Logan. His bone chilling roar. He roared for a while, then looked directly at me and grinned. "Next time, I will not be so unsuccessful." He laughed. "Be prepared. I am coming, and you cannot stop me."

I woke up just as the door burst open. Wyatt rushing in, armored with his trademark magenta boxers, his trident's blue light illuminating the room. "I told you never to lock your room door! I can't get in if you're having one of those dreams!" his voice was a mix of anger and concern.

"How did you know I was having a bad dream?"

"Dude, you were yelling. Like a lot. I'm surprised no one else woke up." He reverted the trident back into harmonica form and switched the lights on. Then he closed the door and sat next to me on the bed. "Anyway what'd you see?"

I told him about both parts of the dream. About the memory of Logan's death, and the threat from his killer.

"Wait, so this guy can get into your dreams?" he asked, his expression uncharacteristically serious.

"I don't know. It didn't feel like her was doing it, but I can't be sure." I told him. It would cause problems if our enemies could now contact us in our sleep, dreams were dangerous.

"Well if he was doing it intentionally or not, it doesn't matter." Wyatt got up. "Let that freak come. We'll be ready for him."

"Right. It won't be the same this time. Logan's death won't go unpunished." I agreed. We'd been waiting for six months, and now we knew for sure he was coming.

"Get some rest. We'll brief everyone else in the morning." Wyatt said. "And I'm leaving this unlocked."

I stayed awake for a while, afraid that more dreams might come. Eventually sleep crept up on me. Bad dreams didn't come, but the last thing I thought about before I fell back asleep scared me almost as much as the dreams. I'd forgotten about Katrina.