Alchemist was going through .05's room. Someone had to do it, and seeing how Reaper had gone off with some of the Umbrella brats it was up to her. Well, she wasn't bitter at him or anything. What he was doing was fine seeing as Cat needed him right now. That meant that she was left to do investigating that the Hargreeves probably wouldn't normally let her do.

They had actually been pretty cooperative so far. After realizing that their niece's life was in danger they'd become valuable allies. Reaper had been right about them. When they realized that Cat hadn't come back to her body she had suggested going to the mansion and killing them all. Well, that was why Reaper was in charge of planning and she was in charge of executing and following orders.

Alchemist was pretty good at following orders, even if she didn't like them. That was what had gotten her paired up with the cranky violent one, Kraken. As soon as they came back she would have to spend the whole night searching for her sister with him. Lovely.

That meant that she had to do this now. It wasn't a particularly good job to be doing. First of all the place looked like a hospital. Alchemist had been to several morgues when she was five so now all hospitals gave her the creeps. The second reason was more pressing and important in her mind. This reason had to do with the smell. The bottom line; that boy did not do his laundry.

Irritably she pushed his bed over. Nothing was under there besides a few magazines. (Like Soldier of Fortune, Arms and Armourments, etc.) Striking out with her fist at the nightstand she growled in frustration. She wasn't making the progress that she wanted to right now. At this very moment her sister could be dying and she was going through some psycho violent brat's dirty laundry.

Alchemist was starting to hate the Academy more and more for all the fact that they were working with them right now. What morons, what arrogant, self-righteous, pretentious, and color coordinated fools. Furthermore what was up with them, having a name like that? The Umbrella Academy? Did they have something for Mary Poppins or something? Sighing angrily she started to stalk out of the room.Then she noticed the clasp box.

It was old and probably no bigger than the palm of her hand. Opening she saw a monocle. It looked like the one .05 had been playing with during Sententia. Frowning she took it out of the box. There wasn't anything unusual about it. Yet she remembered what he said when he put it on. He saw exactly what had happened to his sister. Perhaps it was special or something. Shrugging she put it in front of her eye.

After a few minutes she took it off.

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," she laughed.

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"What are you doing?" Spaceboy said.

Kraken, Space, and Séance were all following Reaper out onto the grounds of the estate. Rumor had volunteered to put Vanya back into her room and get a few pieces of machinery. As reluctant as anyone was to leave them in the house with Alchemist, Reaper had insisted that they come with him before splitting off and starting the search. In truth Séance didn't really have any idea of what was going on. Like he always did, Séance was just going with it.

"Patience Dr. Darwin," replied Reaper dismissively, "There's just something that I need to do before we start."

As he said that he pulled back the door to a large van. Séance craned his neck over Reaper's shoulder to see what was going on. Ghost's body was stretched out in the back seat, twitching slightly from time to time. As soon as the fading sunset light hit her she started thrashing as though she were in pain. Quickly Reaper moved and restrained her for a few minutes.

"So you're trying to kill Claire for that?" asked Séance, bored.

"I refuse to see someone else I care about die," snapped Reaper as Ghost's body calmed down, though it still twitched occasionally, "If you haven't noticed our family is already small enough as it is. No one else is going to die."

"And you want to kill Claire? Has it occurred to you that there are people who care about her, maybe people feel the same way you do about Ghost for her?" asked Space angrily.

"Like I said," he replied as he removed his restraining hands from Ghost, "People I care about. I don't give a shit about Claire or any other person on this planet. That's why you're the superheroes and not me."

Spaceboy gave him a glare that would've made lesser mortals spontaneously burst into flames. Frankly Séance was impressed by the fact that Reaper didn't bat an eye. All he did was calmly take a syringe out of his pocket.

"Now," he said as he turned to Séance, "I'd like some of your heroine for a moment."

"What?" asked Séance, offended.

That sent Reaper down several points on his cool-o-meter.

"I need some for this," said Reaper, "We're out and you're obviously on it. I can recognize the signs. Don't think I haven't seen the puncture marks along the underside of your arm. With skin like that I'm surprised that the rest of your family hasn't noticed. Someone at your level of addiction probably keeps drugs on his person all the time. Right now I need some and you've got it. Now you should give it to me now."

No way was he going to part with any of his drugs. Wild horses couldn't drag them out of him. They had actually tried. A refusal flew to his lips. He was quickly silenced from a look from his two brothers. They looked like they'd rip of his head if they were given the slightest provocation. Sighing he took a vial out of his pocket.

"Be careful with this," said Séance as Reaper snatched it up, "That vial cost five hundred dollars."

"I'll keep that in mind," Reaper said smoothly.

Quickly he put it into the syringe. With equal speed he slipped it under Ghost's skin. The twitching soon stopped.

"You're giving her heroine?" said Kraken, disgusted.

"She needs it," said Reaper, "Besides, ask your pale brother. If she's being hurt, it's about the best thing for her."

Everyone looked at Séance. For once he was the one in the know. He grinned internally. Take that everyone else!

"In certain doses it can relieve pain," he shrugged, pleased by the attention, "She might also have some hallucinations. In other words it'll also take away her sense of where she is."

"That might be a good thing," said Reaper, stroking her hair.