Alright, so expanding on last week's idea, I am going to do the soundtrack for every chapter. I'll call it… the Totally Original Alternate Sound Track for this Chapter.

So, today's Toast is… Zendaya's Replay! Cool! Go listen to it. Now.

The first week goes by slowly, dragging on as the new Garde come to grips with the fact that they've been brought back into the land of the living. They say that they were dying one moment and… woke up in our shack the next, months and years flashing by instantaneously for them. I take it to mean that Eight's soul is out there somewhere, suspended in time… It's a romantic thought, when you think about it.

Mid-way through the second week of our isolation, Two's first legacy arrives. One and Five are passed out in the shack on sleeping bags we may or may not have stolen from the nearest supermarket, and the rest of us are out chatting over a fire when she starts to get really cold. Well, not cold, just really jittery.

Six first associates it to nervousness, but that doesn't hold as she starts shaking the entire log she's sitting on. She's all, Guys, what's happening! And we really have no idea.

She comes to an edge and starts to slow down a bit, really sweating buckets and all that. She's talking to herself about how she wished Conrad were here to explain all of it and Six just tells her that that's what we're here to do, but that doesn't calm her in the slightest.

What kind of legacy is this! She screams out to us. By then, I hadn't even realized that it might be a legacy, just trying to figure out what to do- but that makes sense, all of the sudden.

But what legacy would make you shake uncontrollably?

Me, Six and Three together sit her down and calm her and over a matter of minutes the shaking confines itself to her hands, which are moving almost too fast to see. As they start to narrow and become hands again, she tries to lean back and rest her hands on the ground behind her- but there's a catch. Her hands pass right through the ground and her wrists set down.

She, naturally, whips back up because it felt, weird. I saw what happened and try to explain it, but find it better just to show. I have her hold our her hand and I try to shake it-but I can't grab on. My hand just, falls right through.

Her telekinesis comes four days later, nearly blowing off the roof of our house when it shocks through her. We start to make up theories about how the fact that they were in some kind of preserved, sentient state is making them age faster to catch up to real time, but when that comes up One is all¸ I've been dead for seven years and I still don't have any new legacies yet.

So there's that.

Another week passes without news. Five starts to call our time here the mutual team bonding sessions. When he first comes forward with that, One cracks a joke like, "That's all Greek to me!" And we all laugh. We are in Greece, after all. WE confirmed that with a trip to the nearest town during the first week.

Me and One are on a supply run to said town on the twenty-sixth when we pass a tiny little internet café that I've never noticed before. It's quaint with big windows and stuff written in Romanized Greek on the front in faded white lettering. Below that, in English, it says Keys and Black Coffee.

I grab her by the arm to stop her from moving and shove her towards the café. "C'mon, let's check this place out."

She reads it real quick and the n snorts. "Internet café? What do we want with that?"

"Well, I haven't heard from John or Nine since West Virginia, so, maybe that?" I shrug and keep pushing her. Gently enough not to draw attention from the passing townspeople and scattered tourists, but just fast enough to keep moving.

"You keep throwing those names at me, Mar. John and Nine, John and Nine."

"Don't forget Adamus, now."

She groans. "I seriously don't know who that is, alright? You say he and I were I love or some shit, but I have no idea who the bitch is."

"Christ, One, don't talk about him like that. 'll break his heart."

"Again, don't know the boy, can't say anything," she breaks loose from me. "So why are we going in here again? I thought we were going to get to the shop, take what we need and go. That's the plan."

"Since when are you for plans?"

"Since always."

I accidently scoff. "Yeah, of course. That's what it sounds like from your adventures with- Wade!" I make sure to make it sounds extra exasperated and drawn out.

"Seriously, don't talk to me about that, righ? I made mistakes, it's time to move on. And by move on, I mean that way," she points down the cobble street to where it meets a main asphalt road. Just past that bend is the biggest shop in town, a Greek Walgreens. Guess it's not all Greek to me.

"You go that way if you want. I'm sure you can handle the Mogs that aren't here. Meanwhile, I'm gonna go search for news," I shove my way past the double doors as a soft bell dings from above me.

It's not a shop keep I expect to be in this kind of village. She's a girl, about my age, with short black hair, really straight, and really tan. Almost Spanish looking, almost not. She's in all black with a nametag pinned to her shirt- ZENDAYA. (A/N I love cameos, don't you?)

"Hey, Zendaya, one regular latte, please."

She looks at me confused for a second, before adjusting. "Oh, English. Right," her voice is heavy with some kind of accent, I assume Greek.

"Make that two, please," I glance behind me to see One standing tentatively behind me. "Sorry, by the way." That last part is directed at me.

Zendaya takes our order to some other guy standing behind her, and I move towards the nearest desktop. Loading up CNN, I check the headlines- UN Moves to Undermine Revolution in Egypt, HRC Issues First Ever UN Supported Condemnation of Syria, Fukashima/Chernobyl raise questions about the role of WHO in world affairs. And by far the biggest- Royal Wedding between Kate Middleton and Prince William to be broadcast around the world this Friday.

Nothing interesting for me. Well, nothing pertaining to the Garde at least. It's always surprising how close we are to the violence in Egypt, just a few hundred miles, and all seems fine here in our small town. Of course, there's the Greek debt that keeps skyrocketing. People are whispering that it will all come falling down soon, like a house of cards. We should probably be out of here when it does.

I scroll a few pages back, keep skimming things over. One points out crap about January Jones being pregnant, but I don't really care about anything of that sort. I want Garde news.

Zendaya gets to us our coffee somewhere in there and One tips her generously before getting back to me. She leans up against the wall next to the PC and quietly looks up at the ceiling, mumbling about how we should be getting back by now, breaking only to take sips on her coffee. I shush her.

"Here! This is it!" I shout, and One shoots a disturbed sideways glare at me. So do most of the patrons in the store… I look back at the screen with a start and she clamors over to look.

"I'll give, whadaya got?"

"Right there," I point to the headline. Warehouse explosion in Pittsburgh leaves many puzzled about origins and further plans of the bombers. Underneath that, in a caption, it reads Four suspects, all teenaged, were seen sprinting away from the scene- three males, one female. More info inside.

One eyes me skeptically. "…So?"

"I dunno, I just get a… feeling, when I read that. Like, that screams us, you know? It's like that feeling Six got before she found John in Ohio. She just knew, and I just know this is us! Ya know?"

"Um, no. But click on it anyway," she gives me a toothy smile and goes to throw her cup away.

I scroll through the article, seeing as it talks about the underground explosion and how natural causes were ruled out by the sound of gunfire heard at the scene along with Forensic Analysis. Whatever. Be that way, CNN.

I get down to the concept drawings of the suspects and stop. They're drawn in pencil from descriptions from the workers. The first pic is obviously Nine, same hair and everything. Down to the last detail. I see John there, too, so they're together for sure, and Adam's face is below that. His face is actually off quite a bit, but you can make it out if you know what you're looking for.

And then there's Sarah, all bright and shiny in her pencil. So they did meet up. Fair enough. "See, this is them! That's where they were," I look at the timestamp. "Yesterday."

"So which one of these guys is that Adamus kid?" I point him out to her and she nods. "He's not as ugly as I thought, good for him," she sounds cynical, but she still smirks a little. Just a little.

"Arright, that's all I wanted from here. Anything you need?" I look up at her after shutting down the computer.

"Look at those dudes over there…," she says, and I turn to look. They're all mid-twenties, by my guess. One has blonde hair and sharp features, the other a dirty blonde with a calm face.

"Okay, I know you're twenty one by biological age, but you still look fourteen to everyone else. Let's get out of here."

I practically have to drag her out like I dragged her in.

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