I was awake that night, lying in "my" bed, staring up at the ceiling of "my" room, when Angel popped her head into my room. "Max says we can go fly around!" she whispered excitedly. Thank God. I probably would have, anyway. I slid some shoes onto my feet and followed her to Max's room, where we slid out the window and into the air, falling a few feet before snapping out our wings and catching updrafts to soar and spiral up above the house.

Suddenly, Nudge squeaked. "Look! Bats!"

She was right. Sweet. Possibly not as cool as the hawks I'd loved flying with, but still very cool as they moved jerkily but somehow still elegantly through the trees.

"Hey, they're mammals, just like we are," Max pointed out. Interesting. She was right. More like us than the hawks, then.

"My ears hurt," Total complained. I rolled my eyes.

"It's their echolocation. It's way cool. Now be quiet; I'm trying to concentrate," Iggy snapped. I bet he actually got their echolocation a little with all of his hearing.

The moon was almost full, and I swept my wings hard, soaring upward as if I could actually make it to the moon. Thinking of the hawks had made me itchy to fly like them again. Closing my eyes against the wind, I flew in circles, banking and turning before diving fast, so high now I still didn't reach the rest of the flock. I swept back upwards silently, loving the feeling of complete control so high in the air.

I turned down to dive again, gathering speed as I ripped through the air, feeling it ruffle my feathers and pull backwards at my black hair.

But, uh… I thought I was going fast? I caught the slightest glimpse of Max flapping her wings before she shot forward, disappearing from my sight almost immediately.

"Crap," I muttered in amazement. "Impressive." How'd she managed that? I let myself fall back to the flock, who was staring at where Max had been a minute ago.

"What is it?" Iggy asked. Without looking at him, I shook my head.

"Uh… Max… has warp drive," I said faintly.

The next night, we were out again, ready to check out the last two addresses. I was pretty sure my map idea was a failure, but Max had just shrugged and said she'd thought it made sense, and she was going, so I could come if I wanted.

Yeah, like I'd actually stay behind.

Of course, we were held up by Total, who was insisting on coming. But we eventually got off.

"So, Angel, have you picked up anything from Anne, about anything? Anything off?" Max asked a few minutes later. Hmm, that was an interesting idea.

"Not really," Angel said, thinking for a moment. "From what I can tell, she really does work for the FBI. She does care about us and wants us to be happy." She paused, glancing over at Iggy and I, flying together, before adding, "She thinks the boys are slobs." What? I was hardly a slob just because I didn't dust and scrub random objects compulsively. Anyway, Nudge was a lot worse than I was.

"I'm blind," Iggy pointed out irritably. "How am I supposed to made everything all tidy?"

"Yeah, because you're so handicapped," Max agreed sarcastically. "Like – you can't build bombs or cook or win at Monopoly. You can't tell us apart by the feel of our skin or feathers." Gazzy giggled from below us, and even I grinned.

"Anything else?" Max asked, turning back to Angel.

"There is something she isn't telling us," Angel continued hesitantly. "But I don't know what it is. It's not even clear in her mind. Just something that's going to happen." Max met my eyes over Angel's head, both of us suddenly on hyper-alert. Slowly, reluctantly, Max tore her gaze away from me to look back at Angel's frowning face.

"Like what? Is she going to turn us over to the whitecoats?" Max asked, but Angel shook her head.

"I'm not sure she even knows what whitecoats are. I don't know that it's something bad," Angel explained. "It could be, like – she's going to take us to the circus or something."

"Wouldn't that be redundant?" I pointed out.

"Hmm. Well, I know how easy it's been to relax there, guys. But let's try to keep on guard, okay?" Yeah, like she had to remind me of that.

"Okay," Angel agreed.

"I'm chilly," Total complained. I rolled my eyes.

"You're wearing a fur coat," Max muttered.

"It's chilly up here," said Total. I barely contained my laughter as Max zipped Total into her jacket. Gazzy and Iggy did not try and simply snickered.

"Much better," came Total's pleased voice. Just then I noticed where we were.

"Yo – first address is down there," I said, pointing. "Showtime."

God, could we never get a break? My "address" was a barbershop. I kicked the curb softly, turning away from the building and not looking at anyone, but Max found me in the dark and looked up at me knowingly. Only she could have noticed the way my jaw set, the look in my eyes that let her know what I was really feeling even as I shrugged.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. I looked at her, feeling raw and empty inside with disappointment, before remembering that I was Fang the Emotionless. I turned away.

"No big. Didn't think it would add up to anything anyway," I said quickly. "It's probably more wasting of our time, but should we check out this last one?" I knew the answer.

"Yes," Iggy said quietly. It was his address next. Not wanting to stay with the rest of their flock and their sympathetic looks, I strode ahead, shoving the paper into my pocket.

"Okay, let's go." I took off into the night without looking back at my family or the place where my other one, assuming they existed at all, supposedly lived.

"He's really upset," I heard Angel whisper to Max. No kidding, I thought angrily, wishing Angel hadn't heard my thoughts or told Max what I'd been thinking about. I flapped harder, drowning out the sound of their whispering.

I won't talk about Iggy's address. I have no words for his expression.

Needless to say, his parents were not there.