Caleb was sitting in the middle of Ancient History class when he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness flood over him. His vision blurred and a fog came over his ling of sight.

He watched, helpless, as Pogue's so full of life body crumpled to the ground and stayed there.

He bolted upright in his seat and looked around for Reid. They caught each other's eye and Reid's eyes flashed black, but only for a split second, knowing that if anyone saw him, they would all be screwed.

If there was one thing Caleb had learned over the years, it was that the Sons of Ipswich stuck together, no matter what happened. When someone messed with one of them, they ALL retaliated. Not only that, but Caleb and Pogue were such close friends, they may as well have been brothers.

The two Sons got up out of their seats and quietly made their way to the door, doing their best not to disrupt anyone. Whereas Reid would usually have been an ass, Caleb chalked it up to him not wanting to draw attention to himself, which was probably best. The less attention they drew, the safer they all were.

Once outside the auditorium, Reid grabbed Caleb's arm.

"What the fuck's going on, man? I could sense you as if you were sitting right next to me," Reid demanded.

"Pogue's in trouble, man. I don't know what's going on, but I will find out," Caleb growled.

"Where is he?" Reid asked.

"Cliff's edge," Caleb answered, knowing Reid understood.

"Son of a…" Reid let his voice trail off. His eyes went black and he began to meditate.

"Reid, cut it out," Caleb growled under his breath, but it was obvious. Reid couldn't hear him over his channeling.


Reid found himself standing next to Pogue's unconscious body and looked around. He took in the scenery: Pogue's Ducati, his helmet a few feet from him, the edge that he liked to go to clear his head.

All of a sudden he felt a jerking in the pit of his stomach, then he felt as if he were falling.

When he opened his eyes, he was back in the hallway of Boston U's History building.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? I thought we agreed not to use in public!" Caleb seethed through clenched teeth.

"Sorry, man, I just had to know…" Reid let his voice wander off.

"Then let's go get him, huh?" Caleb suggested.

"What about Tyler?" he asked.

"What about 'im?" Caleb countered.

"Maybe we should---" Caleb cut him off.

"There's no time, Reid. Who knows what happened to Pogue. We need to get there. We can call Tyler on the way," Caleb offered.

Thinking that was probably their best option, Reid reluctantly agreed, and followed Caleb out of the building.


Carmen made her way back to her dorm room, where she found her roommate and best friend, Kristine. Upon finding out that they had both been accepted to Wheaton, they arranged it so that they were roommates. Inseparable sine 17, their parents almost swore they had been separated at birth.

"So, how was class?" Carmen joked, tossing her helmet on her bed.

"Boring as usual. You going to Nicky's tonight?" was the response.

"Hell yeah. Gotta find me some trouble," Carmen laughed, causing Kristine to smile.

"So, I see you met the Sons," Kristine made a point of emphasizing the last word.

"All except one," she answered, smiling to herself.

'But that will soon change' she thought, a twinkle in her eye.

"Who's left?" Kristine's brow furrowed.

"Tyler Sims. Keeps to himself pretty much. But I know that'll change. I saw you talking to him," she said pointedly, causing Kristine to blush.

"Yeah, well, I try," Kristine offered.

"You meeting him at Nicky's tonight?" she smiled, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah," Kristine sighed. "I told him to bring a friend."

"Ha," Carmen had to laugh.

"For you, of course," Kristine added.

"No offense, Kris, thanks, but I think I got it covered," Carmen said, winking at her best friend.

"Even if his friend's Reid Garwin?" Carmen should've known better. Kristine could be sly and secretive as well.

'Hmm' she thought 'being set up with a Son of Ipswich can't be such a bad thing'.

Out loud she said to Kristine, "You know what? Why the hell not? I should live a little, right? Even if it is with a Son of Ipswich."

"That's my girl," Kristine grinned. "Trust me, Reid is definitely not boring."

Carmen smiled to herself, having already discovered this information for herself.

While she and Kristine had been talking, she had been busy getting her stuff ready to take a shower.

Grabbing her shower caddy and putting on her flip flops, she got ready to head to the showers.

"Hey, heading out," she gestured to Kristine, who nodded, knowing where she was going.

Carmen closed her dorm room door behind her and started to make her way down the hall. Halfway to the showers, something hit her, causing her to double over.

She swayed for a moment before everything went black and she fell in a heap on the floor.