Three days later we were on a private plan home. Sky was all healed except for a few minor cuts and bruises. The cut on her stomach had scabbed over, and she was fine! Except for her leg. The doctor said that it would grow with her body, but she had no use of it from the knee down. She had also said with physical therapy, Sky could learn to use her left leg and walk with crutches! The first full day in the hospital she had only woken up once, the second day she started moving a little, and when ever her stomach stitches pulled, she start crying. Then the third day she got her stitches out, and kept staring at Fang and I. I don't why but when ever she did, I'd start crying, like a wimp. It was like she was asking, "Where am I? Why do I hurt? What's going on?". I felt horrible that I wasn't their the ONE time she desperately needed me. I hadn't let Sky out of my sight since then. My poor baby.

And since the erasers knew where our house was, we had to move into a new house. We were heading to a hotel in California, we're going to stay there for a week to rest, then heading to the house to pack (we only had two days to pack the whole house!), after that, we're going on a bunch of planes and cars to confuse anyone who might be following us, get to our new house that is freaking huge! It has a bedroom for everyone - oh, guess what? Surprise! Jeb's moving in with us-, eight freaking full bathrooms, a connecting kitchen and family room, a foyer leading to the staircase, a playroom, and a backyard so big it could be a park! Mom (with the help of the CSM) had bought the house on line and showed us pictures. Also, the CSM had found Mom a job as a vet! The CSM rocked!

I gently adjusted a sleeping Sky in my arms. I was sitting in Fang's lap, leaning against his chest and holding Sky close to me. Iggy and Ella had gotten into a fight at the hospital and hadn't said a word to each other since. Ella, Nudge, and Gazzy were playing go fish. Iggy was sitting in a chair listening to his iPod, and Angel was curled up by Nudge, reading a book. I sighed, how could things seem so normal when so much had changed?

"You okay?" Fang whispered in my ear. I hadn't heard Fang ask me that since I was pregnant with Sky.

I nodded.

"Everything is okay." Fang kept a hushed voice as he brushed some hair behind my ear.

"Is it, Fang? The erasers knew where we lived and like always they'll probably find us again! We fell for some stupid trap and looked what happened to Sky! So what about next time? Huh? What then? Are they going to get Sky? Are they going to hurt her or anyone else! Are they going to try to kidnap everyone? Or just Sky? And now she has less of a chance of fighting off an erase or robot! What's she going to do, Fang!" I tried to keep my voice in a whisper but in the middle of my rant I must have raised it because now everyone was looking at me. I ignored them.

"I don't know." Fang whispered back. His eyes were sad. "We'll just have to be extra careful, and teach her how to fight the best to her ability. She can sense things better than us, remember? So she'd be prepared for something before we even knew." This made me feel better.

I nodded. "But one question has been bugging me. Why'd they wait so long to attack?"

"They were planing, wanting it to be perfect, and for Sky to be old enough to survive. That's why." Fang said with a casual shrug.

"Well if they wanted it to be 'perfect' they sure failed." Then a thought hit me, "Fang, if they wanted that trap to be perfect, then the next time they attack it'll be much worse."

"Isn't it always?"

I sighed and closed my eyes.

Ella sat on my bed, next to me. Everyone was in Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel's hotel room watching a movie.

"How is she doing?" Ella gestured to Sky, who was drinking a bottle.

"She's fine right now." I said.

"Max, I'm so sorry I let this happen, I-" I cut her off.

"Ella, it's okay. It wasn't your fault. But the next time I see an eraser they're going to wish they'd never been created in that hell hole of a lab."

"You have to be like extremely strong to fight off an eraser." She turned her arm over to reveal a long, jagged, red cut from her shoulder all the way down to her forearm.

I gasped. "Ella! Why didn''t you say anything? It might need stitches! Or it could be infected!" Sure, the flock and I used to get wounds like this all the time but Ella doesn't heal like the flock does! And they can be a major bitch if you're not used to them.

She shrugged. "I didn't noticed it until we were at the hospital, and I didn't really care. I was more focused on Sky."

"We should have Mom look at it! Or go to a doctors!" As much as I hated hospitals and doctors, I knew Ella had to have it looked at.

She shook her head. "It's fine. It doesn't hurt and it's closing, so I take that as a good sign."

I sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I don't want to start up a bunch of drama over nothing."

I sighed and nodded. "Okay, if that's what you want to do. And thanks." I said, and smiled.

She smiled back, then frowned. "Iggy has been so annoying lately!" She whispered so he couldn't hear her, even though he was two rooms away he could probably hear us talking normaly, now I doubt he could hear us.

"What's he doing?" I asked.

"He gotten all protective and untrustworthy of me. I was talking to a dude nurse at the hospital, asking him about Sky, and Iggy comes up and completely cuts me off, then accused me of flirting with the guy!"

I rolled my eyes. "Did you tell him to stop?"

"Yeah, that's why we're fighting right now."

"Well, um, does he have a reason for not trusting you?"

Ella looked completely offend. "No! I'm not a cheater! Do I look like a cheater?" She demanded.

"No, sorry. Just checking. Well you could start doing it back to him, not trusting him."

"I don't want to do that, though. You can't fight fire with fire."

"Hhmmm... You could carry around a spray bottle, and when ever he gets all paranoid, spray the water on him."

Ella giggled. "That's mean."

"Well. I don't know then."

Ella giggled again. "Do you think he's just being insecure because, he can't well, see?"

I gasped. "You're probably right! Oh, poor Iggy. Maybe, when you make up, like make sure he knows that you would never, ever, cheat on him."

Ella nodded. "That's an idea!" She stood up, and started to leave the room.

"Hey!" I called after her. "I thought you were chilin' with me!"

She giggled and stuck her head in the door and hissed, "I'm going to make up with Iggy!"