Being stuck babysitting one of the Secret Scientists, it's not a plan that I'd ever intend to happen at all. But she was a rather interesting person to study, and I could see that she'll be difficult to train. Especially with Cheechoo around her constantly.

The two of us, we both had different ideas on what to do exactly. Train her to be ready for what might happen in the future or focus on her memory. We were at major odds with each other, ever since I came and slowly studied her.

She kept to herself for most of the day, staying calm and quiet when it was needed. Paul managed to expose her laughter and smiles, but looking at her in the eyes I could see that she was in pain. She was hiding her problems, keeping them closed within her and away from everyone. Sometimes, she would be lost in thought and looked as though she was searching for something. Something long lost to her.

But this was just the beginning of my observations.

Grey refused many of my suggestions of fighting, except for the basics of hand-to-hand combat, karate, and a lot of self-defense, but she wouldn't go further than that. She was afraid of hurting people, and I knew she wasn't one to begin or join a fight.

"Okay, so out of everything that I know of, you denied a lot of stuff. You have got to stop being so afraid of hurting people, here."

Her head jerked up from the book that she was reading, and look at me with confused eyes for a second. Within the next moment, she merely just rolled her eyes and went back to reading the book. Running my fingers through my Mohawk, I grabbed the book from her hands and slammed it down on the table.

"Look, every single moment you are living in danger and right now, you are at a vulnerable point! You can't just stick with the basics and live off of those, you need to learn new techniques and different defenses. So stop acting like you're going to be safe being isolate and get training! Because right now, it's like you given up fighting!"

"You understand a world of fighting Doyle, you grew up in it. I grew up in a world, where things were resolved through treaties, conferences, and words. . . My family, we used fighters to keep us safe if we chose to not fight. But sometimes we were the fighters, but then things would be different. . ."

"And what does that have to deal with now? Just because you chose peace over the fight, doesn't mean you have stop actually hurting people. I've seen you do basic combat before with the Secret Scientists, so why are you holding yourself back now?"

"Because if I get further training, I might lose myself to the fight and not be able to stop myself. So it's best to stop here all together, and not do anymore training. So please, just let me stay out of this whole thing. I rather not be involved anymore, than I already was."

She left the room before I could say another word to her, just as Paul walked in. We both listened to her footsteps going up the staircase nearby, and the closing of her bedroom door. Falling onto the armchair, I could tell that doing any training with her was going to take a long while to even do.

"She stands by her choices, Doyle, you need to convince her that she needs to fight. I know that she will hate me if I help you, but if you need any help, I'm here."

"Think we can create a scenario?"

"Best to not put her through a scenario, last time that happened. . . It was five years back, and we're still regretting it."

"Should I ask why?"

"Probably not, but I will tell you a few details. David had to give her therapy, so she could get some proper sleep and not be on high alert since we did our scenario. And that was all because we thought she wasn't coming and no one thought to send her a notice if she was coming."

"Oh man, I should have been there. Would have been recording it and laughing my head off."

"She kicked Epsilon off the second floor, and he landed on a table that was down on the first floor. Completely accidental."

"That bad, okay. So skip the scenario then, fine. Then what do we do?"

"Don't know, that part you'll have to come up with. But I'm here to help you."

"Can we get her sister involved? Cause if you think of it, when she and Abby meet, they go at each others necks."

"See if Abby will come and get Miranda to change her mind, but also inform her of everything that's happened so far. Not sure if she'll accept, but it's worth a shot. So good luck."

Nodding my head, I pulled my phone and clicked on Abby's number. It dialed for a while, and she finally picked up.

"Instead of coming after me, you're keeping your distance now? Cute, Blackwell."

"I need some help with your sister, Miranda. Think you can get down her and provoke her into fighting?"

"That might be interesting to me. What do you want me to do and why do you want me to provoke her?"

"A dead man is back, and he went after your sister. We can't figure out his next move, and we all have no idea if he is going to attack again. He's playing with us."

"And who's the dead man?"

"Argost, that's who. So are you coming or what?"

"I'll be there as soon as I can. We may have shared the same side, but he wasn't my favorite villain, here. I was actually a bit terrified of that man."

She immediately hung up on me, and I let out a deep breath. I hope that by calling her, won't be a major regret in the end. And I also hope that she won't end up killing us all. She's the best person that I know that can get Miranda's anger to really flare up, and possibly get her into the fight.