Hank went back out to his car and began driving. As he drove two figures could be seen in the trees, they almost appeared to be watching him. He pretended not to notice them and drove to Pete's house.

Pete was on the couch, staring at the door like he had been for four hours.

"Pete, cut that out!" Mikhail looked at him.

He just looked over at him, not moved too much by the yelling and went back to staring. Someone knocked.

Col stared. He wasn't going to go near it. He hadn't even gone back in his room except early yesterday.

Mikhail rolled his eyes and went to open it. When Pete saw Beast he smiled. Something he hadn't done for a while.

"Hello, Pete, I came to talk to you."

He walked to him and hugged him, "How are you, my friend?"

"I'm doing well, how are you?" he gave him a concerned look.

"I'm not doing so well," he admitted.

"Oh? What's wrong?"

He looked around, "Something keeps stalking me. And it doesn't do it from afar, it comes into my house. Each time I see it in here it's in my room."

He had pulled his dresser out of his room and used it to block the door. It made a great thing for his brother to run into at night considering the amount of the hall it took up.

"You're starting to sound like Logan," he checked his eyes.

"I didn't see a tall man like he says he has. The one I saw was wearing a mask and all white clothes."

"What did the mask look like?"

"Around the eyes was dark and it had dark painted lips in a blank expression." He stared at him. He gave him a sad look, "You think I was just imagining them too?"

He shook his head. "There's a scientific explanation..." he said to himself.

He sighed. That was Beast way of saying he didn't believe him.

He sighed. "I think I saw them in a dream when I went to look at the cabin..."

"Hank, it wasn't a dream it was r...'Them'? As in more than one?'

He nodded. "Two. I must have heard your account, or maybe some kids are doing pranks..." He sounded unsure of himself.

"It was only one around me..." now he was getting even more paranoid. If there were more than one of those things who knew what they were for.

"Don't worry, it's perfectly explainable," he said, When did you first see it?"

"At the tower."

He nodded. "Everyone keeps mentioning it..."

"Beast this is not hysteria or whatever other scientific fact or theory. They're real!"

"If they are real, then they should be able to be explained by fact, should they not?" He groaned and went back to sitting. "Perhaps it's a mutant?"

He just sighed and leaned back. He didn't care what they were, they just creeped him out beyond reason and nothing was taking that factor away.

"Have you noticed anything else strange?"

"No."

He nodded. "Mik, has he drawn anything, out of curiosity?"

Mikhail thought, "No. He stole some of my vodka and doesn't want to go near his room, blocking the door with a dresser that on multiple occasions has tried to kill me. Asides that he just stares at the doors or windows."

Hank listened to Mikhail and glanced at Piotr. "Has he gone into any fits or tried to walk out?"

"Yeah he did that about twice."

"Did you stop him?"

"The first time I was in the kitchen. The last time I think I was showering."

"What about pills?"

"What pills?"

"Has he been taking any at all?"

"Not that I know of. Just for the headache he got when he fainted in the shower." Piotr groaned remembering that.

"Can I see them?"

He went and got them out of the kitchen. They were just the Tylenol that Mikhail himself took.

Hank looked at them quickly. "These aren't the same Logan's had."

"I don't know what Victor's brother had," he shrugged. He nodded and went back to col. Col sighed as he lay on the couch. He could hear what they were saying and it annoyed him.

Hank looked at him. "Are you experiencing memory loss?"

"I am remembering thing crystal clear. And I am not hallucinating nor am I on drugs!"

"Ok, I'm going to visit you soon, ok?"

"Fine. But if you're coming back to patronize me than you can stay at the school!"

He sighed and went to Mik. "Let me know if he starts doing those things I mentioned."

He nodded, "I'll keep a short leash on him. Just like back in the good days of the old country." He shook his head and left. Col glared at Hank as he left, then at his brother. "Don't look at me like that," he scoffed. He glared at him and went back to staring at the windows.