Emili and Michael were still angry when they got back to the Institute. The entire car ride home they just stared at each other like they normally do. The other students thought it looked like they were trying to communicate with each other. That was ridiculous, of course. They knew that zapping people and possessing a Walkman are not related to telepathic abilities like tele-communicating. No, they had to be merely staring at each other, probably wondering why the other students could possibly think that they liked each other.
When the kids got home, Emili and Michael went straight into their rooms and put their new clothes into their new closets. Emili sat on her bed and stared at the closet, thinking. She never had a closet of her own before. Not since she was four, when her mom... Emili shook that thought away. But even when the two were adopted, they stayed in hotels all the time. Heck, their foster father didn't even have a house. Well, he might now, but he's... once again, Emili had to shake off those bad thoughts. She rubbed her face with her hands and laid back on the bed. Emili lay there, soaking in the comfort that the bed brought her. She had a hard life. With everything that's happened to her, she deserves this, doesn't she? She and Michael had been through so much together, so many horrible things, a bed and a safe place to live should have been served to them on a silver platter. They couldn't have asked for nicer people to be living with, either. Yeah, the thing with Mike was stupid and incorrect, but they were only kidding. They were actually being really nice to them. However, no matter how hard she tried to shake it off, Emili had a feeling that she and Mike should leave the Institute, before they were forced to run... again.
