I woke up to Ivy mumbling in her sleep. Usually, that wouldn't even faze me. But, considering she had been brainwashed and tried to give us in to the whitecoats, I was just a little suspicious of her. I felt terrible, treating her like the enemy, when I had cared for her like she was my own daughter for a few days.

Don't think that, I told myself. That's what you used to say for Angel. I still loved Angel, and probably more than Ivy, I thought, half to reassure myself. I stepped over to Ivy's bed. She was muttering to herself: 2033 Ivy Avenue, Baltimore, MD. She said her parents' address again and again.

Her lashes fluttered but she kept sleeping. It seemed as if nothing would wake her.

Ivy dreamed, slowly remembering her journey. She felt heavy and tired and never wanted to wake up. Ivy saw, in her mind, her house. It was just where the man on the street had told her after she got off the subway. It was beautiful, with sturdy white walls. Ivy remembered knocking on the door.

A woman opened the door—her mother! She had sparkling eyes and a warm voice. She let Ivy in to the house and introduced her to her father. He was kind and smiled a lot. They were both dressed in white, like at the lab. Wasn't that the way all adults dressed?

They explained why they needed to test on Ivy. They needed to save the world. And studying Ivy would help them do that. They said that after, they would keep her. They would give her anything she wanted. Ivy agreed, and they connected machines to her arms. They told them that if the flock would come to take her away, she should press a special button.

Ivy was sad when she heard that, she told them the flock was nice to her. They told her they were just keeping her away from her own parents because they didn't have any and were jealous.

They gave her a small IV, and fell Ivy fell asleep happily. They kept calling her Adelyn. Ivy didn't tell them she had picked her own name.

"Ivy?" I shook her gently. She was frowning in her sleep and shaking her head. It was like she wanted to wake up but couldn't. She started to shake under me. What was wrong with her? "Ivy?" I asked a bit louder, panic creeping into my voice.

Her eyes were open a slit, and she was still shaking head to toe. I didn't know what to do; I just held her small body. Wasn't this what happened when people were poisoned on TV?

"It's probably a side effect from the drugs they gave her," Fang said. I didn't know he was awake. "I'll go get some water," he said and got up. I held Ivy's cold hand and kneeled by her bed. The shaking had stopped, but I was really scared.

Fang handed me a Styrofoam cup filled with lukewarm water. I brought it up to Ivy's lips and, spilling some, had her drink at least half of it. She slowly stopped shaking, and now was just shivering slightly. I ripped my covers off of my bed and placed them over her.

Bringing my pillow over, I stayed next to her bed, deciding to keep watch in case she started shaking again.

"Ow!" I screamed, muffled by the pillow. "Morning," Iggy said casually. I looked up at him through tendrils in messy hair in my face.

"You just stepped on me," I said, indignant. He just shrugged. "It's your own fault. You should tell people before you decide to sleep on the floor."

I threw my pillow at him and missed. "Come on," Iggy called. "Even I can throw better than that." I growled like a wild animal and picked myself up off the floor. I had fallen asleep on the floor next to Ivy's bed. I stretched and heard every bone I had crack.

I looked down at Ivy. Was she still sleeping? I slowly moved her hair out from in front of her face. Yes, she was. Slowly, I stepped back away from her. Iggy was cooking breakfast in the small microwave that had been provided.

"May I ask where you got the money to buy that?" I asked the flock in general. "Well, you were asleep," Gazzy shrugged, as if that justified everything. I sighed. They were really a lost cause.

"Try not to go through my stuff," I said half-heartedly, not sure why I was wasting my breath on people who wouldn't listen. Iggy took out steaming waffles, bacon, and sausages from the microwave. I might have been bad at cooking, but anyone can press buttons on microwaves.

"If you cooked, even with the microwave, you would probably burn it," Angel said thoughtfully. "Remember that time, you tried to make cookies? But you put them in the microwave, and added too much yeast, and forgot a spoon in there…" Angel trailed off.

Everyone chuckled, remembering. I did remember that. I was forced to go buy a new microwave after that. "But it was your fault," Angel said. She was really overdoing it there. Stop eavesdropping on my thoughts, I thought hard, hoping Angel would hear.

She just turned her innocent blue eyes to her waffle. She was piling sugar onto it. It formed a small white mountain. I guess when you have no maple syrup sugar is fine…

Nudge was poking at a piece of bacon with tired eyes. She had been the last to go to bed last night. Coffee did not go down well with her. Note: coffee+Nudge= disaster.

Iggy took out the last batch of breakfast from the microwave and sat down to the small table that had been provided. Gazzy munched on a sausage thoughtfully. We were all here, except Ivy.

Just as I was thinking that, a shout echoed across the room. "Mommy! Daddy!"