The article that had been placed in the August 26 newspaper was read by everyone in her family before being clipped and then placed with all the other newspaper articles that had mentions of Angel and her sons in them; right after putting the scissors away, then filing the article in one of the available openings that were in the album, she turned her attention to her granddaughter—Eshal was a mess. She had been quite emotional after her show's premature conclusion; no amount of tissues would of been able to dry her face, or stop the tears from falling, and the hand-picked audience had been in such shock at the time that they hadn't been of much help either. Mr. Ulinaph had been the one to escort her from the show's stage; one of the cameramen had taken over in escorting her from the room that the show was shot in, the man had been in the process of leading her to a vacant room when her father ran up to take over her care.

Tazir had done his best in looking after her; he had seen to bringing her back to the house, then in making her as comfortable as possible, then he had asked if both she and her husband could look after her. Her son had only returned to the building that he had only just come from after seeing that she was in good hands; a full investigation on the call that had come through had been done after the building had been emptied of most of its people.

Tazir had been in the building at the time of the show's airing; instead of being in the audience, or just lingering behind the set's stage, he had made the decision to wait in one of the building's back rooms. From what she had been told, he had just gotten a glass of water from the room's available water dispenser when the call was placed and then put through. Tazir had charged out of that room almost immediately after the caller's false name was given; by the time he had been nearing the set's stage, he had been yelling for the show's producers to keep the call on the line. A team of four men, who had been working as the show's security, had managed to stop his progress in going to the stage right when the call was cut; if not for them, he might of been able to speak to Angel and get a few more clues as to where she and her sons were.

She, along with all of the members of her family, had reacted in the same way after "Ms. Bakerly's" real name was announced—their jaws had just dropped, and had stayed dropped for all of two minutes before finally finding themselves being shut. It was a shock that Angel had called the show, and it was even more of a shock that she had given them a clue as to where she and her sons may be. Rhelome Nafal, the phone technician that her son had called earlier that previous week to track the number that Angel had placed to Navub Babusa's establishment, had been called in to do a track on the call that had been placed to Exposure Hour; he had been swift in finding that the call had come from the same place that the other one had come from—from the very same payphone that was located in Albany, New York. Tazir, not one second after learning where the call had stemmed from, had ordered for one of the Goblins in his military to head to where the call had come from; the Goblin, upon coming back, had looked right pale in the face.

The man had come within a fraction of an inch of both seeing and then being able to capture Angel. From what he had told her son, after appearing in the location, then going straight to where the phones were, he had seen a splash of red going across the wall that led away from his location; the sound of someone running, and then the sound of a door being opened, and then shut, had been heard for all of five seconds before total silence was encountered. Judging by how the lines to one of the four phones that were in the area had been out and in the open, the man guessed that she had been in the process of severing the phone's lines when he appeared in the area.

The news was running stories on this development like crazy; there were more than two articles per newspaper on this development—she was doing the best that she could in either clipping and then storing the articles that were found in the papers or in taping the stories that were being run on the news; Tazir, she was sure, would want each and every one of them and, really, so did she.

As of two hours ago, Tazir had turned his eyes towards the planet that the call had stemmed from; both he and Cheshire were trying to gain access to the planet to do another search—thanks to Vile, and his "squad", they were finding themselves unable to do this. Master Vile, despite not seeing the show, but knowing full well that something big was going on, had being adamant on their putting a stop to their search. He was telling them to go home now. Just thirty minutes ago, Tazir had made the decision to go to the Space Trafficking and Routing building that was located on the planet Qay, which was in the Ewrlo Galaxy; he had requested permission to enter the planet on grounds of substantial evidence of one of his missing being on it. As expected, Vile had shown up; there had been a brawl... the two of them had gotten into it with both their fists and words.

The Space Trafficking and Routing judges couldn't do a thing due to the planet being legally owned by Vile; from what she had been told, her son was now on Brol. A new case had been instated on his nephew—this one revolved around him gaining full rights to entering and then leaving the planet that his wife was said to be on, and for him to be allowed to search the planet for the members of his family that were said to be on it.

Cheshire was waiting; instead of being on Brol, with her son, he was on the moon that orbited Earth. Efagti was with him; she had a feeling that they were all going to the planet after her son's case was won—in her mind, there was nothing standing in her son's way to prevent him from entering the planet; most everyone in the Universe had seen yesterday morning's episode of Exposure Hour, so most everyone had heard the call and knew about the given clue that Angel Irene had given to Eshal.

"Why wouldn't she speak of my brothers?" Eshal, who had more than three blankets wrapped around her, and who had a cup of cocoa in her hands, wondered aloud. "I asked and she—"

"Possibly wants us to find that answer out for ourselves." Ashaklar answered.

"Lhaklar's alive, I wonder if Bile is too." Eshal said distantly. "Hazaar as well."

"I'm sure that we'll find out after we get on the planet." Ashaklar said.

"You mean if we get on the planet." Eshal said fiercely. Some of her cocoa spilled from the cup; with the way her hands were trembling, she wasn't able to hold the cup very steady. Ashaklar took the cup from her gently then placed it on the coffee table. "I can't believe this! Vile bars us from the planet after we find that she's on it, he claims that the caller was a fraud, then he fights my daddy..."

"I don't think the man cares much about anything but himself," Ashaklar sighed. "Himself, Rita, Rito, and Thrax."

Thanks to how well trusted she had become with Angel, she had been told a few things that revolved around Master Vile that made her mind do somersaults. After catching her that second time, he had used a bull whip on her; he had used a spell to turn her, and her two, older half-siblings, into children; he had let his staff beat and injure her with books; he had been very destructively disciplinary with Bile; and he had also been quite verbally abusive to both her and her two sons. She knew that the man had also tried to kill Lhaklar and Bile one time when they had been infants and she also knew that he had actually been successful in killing Angel—while trying to gain her powers back, Angel had encountered her father, who had tried his best to prevent her from doing so; her father had shoved his hand into her stomach, which had caused a large, bleeding wound to appear. The scars from the man's constantly given abuse had been very present on Angel's body then; she was sure that the woman still had them scars on her. Even though Vile had been successful in killing her, the Universal Gods had prevented the success from being a full one—they had sent her back... they had said that she had left the life that she had been given way before her scheduled time then they had sent her back. She was grateful for this; the Universal Gods had corrected a wrong... had returned one who had so many loved ones. She had also been told of how that man had raped Angel for days—Bile had been the result of one of them given rapings, sadly.

If Bile was alive, and if his mother had told him of how he had come to be created, he would surely have something to hate his father for. What child, of either gender, would want to love a parent who had harmed the one that they were closest to? What child would want their father near them after being told that he had abused the one that he, or she, had been born through? And what child would want to be near the parent who had wanted to discard them in favor of creating someone better than them?

She wished that she had had the courage to leave Duru after Qeeta was born; even though she had enjoyed motherhood, she had been scared of his hurting their son further. His abuse had been worse than bad; not a day had gone by without her growing fearful of his killing their son. She had been scared then of Duru beating their son into a coma, or of his abuse causing one of their son's lungs, or his heart, to collapse or to stop working; his abuse had already caused their son to walk around a little on the funny side, so there had been no need in worrying about his abuse causing that to happen. She was marvelously proud of her son; he had lived through all of the abuse... he had matured well and, most importantly, he was an excellent parent. Not once had he used a stick on Bile or Lhaklar or Eshal; not once had he used a fist on one of his children; not once had he insulted or belittled them; not once had he used his Elemental powers against his children in an attempt to spark up their powers. He had been patient. He had let his children be children. He had let them develop and show their powers when they saw ready to do so.

"Your father will find your mother, and what sons she has." Ashaklar said to her granddaughter. "He'll find them then he'll return them home—that one youth included."

"I want to know who he is." Eshal said.

"So do I," Ashaklar said. She then repeated what she had just said. "So do I."