"Hurry up, Amy, I need to use it as well!" Vicky hammered on the door to the bathroom, prompting her sister to sigh loudly enough to be heard above the sound of the shower.

"You were in here when I got home, what else do you need to do?" Amy called back, sounding irritated. "At this rate we're going to be late."

"I forgot to brush my teeth." Vicky glanced sideways at where her mother had just come up the stairs and was looking at her with a sort of amused resignation. "I was excited, all right?" she said to the older woman, who smiled and went into her room.

"You were singing at the top of your voice, Vicky," Amy said from the other side of the door as the shower stopped. "And Dad said you'd been in here for two hours. I'd have thought you'd have noticed your teeth needed to be brushed in that time." The sink tap came on, while the blonde stood outside, tapping her foot nervously.

"I'm excited about this, OK?" she admitted, anxiously shifting position a couple of times while she heard her sister brush her own teeth, then gargle a little. "I've never been to the Mayor's house before."

"Neither have I," Amy's voice responded, now sounding like she was smiling. "It's going to be good, I think."

"I know, so let me brush my damn teeth!"

The door opened to reveal the other girl wrapped in a large towel, wet hair combed into a mass hanging down her back. She barely got out of the way as Vicky pushed through. "Finally!"

"Finally?" Amy said, outraged. "Finally? You always take four times as long as I do to get ready for anything, and you're giving me finally?"

Giving her a quick bright smile, Vicky patted her sister on the head, then pulled the door out of her grasp and shut it, hearing a huff of annoyance and footsteps heading back to Amy's bedroom.

It was true enough, her sister was absurdly fast at doing things most women took some time at, although she had no idea how she managed to do it. Quickly brushing her teeth, she rinsed and spat, then checked her makeup in the mirror, before leaving the room again, satisfied.

A little later she was fully dressed and standing in the living room waiting for Amy to come down, while Carol and Mark were watching her with varying expressions. Her father definitely seemed amused by how eager she was to leave, and her mother seemed a little concerned about that very eagerness.

"Remember, Vicky, be on your best behavior. Don't let your aura out, be polite to Mayor Christner and his other guests, and don't talk about New Wave business if you can help it, please."

"I remember, Mom. I haven't had a problem with my aura in weeks, have I? You can trust me."

Carol looked mildly dubious, turning to Amy as the brunette entered the room, pulling on her coat. "Make sure Vicky doesn't do anything too… Vicky, please, Amy."

Vicky grumbled under her breath as Amy giggled, nodding. Their mother hugged both of them, then stepped back. "Be good, both of you. It's a real honor to be invited like this, so make a good impression."

"Vicky always makes a good impression," Amy snickered, looking at her sister. "Sometimes deep enough that it needs to be filled in."

Mark chuckled, Vicky looked annoyed, and Carol just sighed again.

"As we know all too well. In any case, have fun, and give my best to Danny and Taylor."

"We will," Amy promised, pushing her sister towards the door.

"Can I drive?" Vicky asked hopefully.

"In your dreams."

"But the lizard, her you'd let drive."

"Yes."

"Meanie."

They left the house, bickering good-naturedly with each other, while behind them their parents exchanged a look before Carol started making dinner.

"I've finally had a chance to look around, and I found a couple of vehicles that might be better than this car," her father said as he drove, looking over at her for a moment before going back to watching the traffic. "A pretty good medium-sized SUV, and a truck similar to Amy's one. There were a few cars as well, but I was thinking we need something a little larger. We could go and look at them on Saturday morning if you want, I'd like your input on them."

"Sure, Dad," she smiled. "That would be fun. I could modify the seats too like with Amy's one."

"All right, I'll call the dealers tomorrow and arrange to come and check them out." Slowing for a red light, he looked at her again. "Mark seemed impressed," he added with a grin.

"Just a little, yes," she snickered. "We needed to tell someone outside the core group about those things, though, to see how they'd be received, and he's someone I trust to be thoughtful about it."

"That weapon-creature Amy made is… a little scary," he admitted, taking his foot off the brake and accelerating again as the light changed. "But damn effective. What sort of support does it need?"

"Not too much," she replied. "The plan is for a sort of life-support system that can handle a dozen or so, based on a plant. It would be like a docking station for a phone, you'd put the weapon on it and it would service it, refill the consumables, get rid of waste, that sort of thing. She thinks she can make it live directly off electricity since it doesn't need much in the way of energy, and all it would need is a certain amount of raw materials. There's a plan to make the one-shot healing symbiotes something that can be literally grown like potatoes as well."

"Wow. That would be amazing," he said with a look of interest. "I think that the PRT will definitely want to talk about that specific invention. I can see all sorts of people who'd be beating your door down to get them."

"That's kind of what we're worried about," she said, leaning her head back and watching the city go past. "We have so many things we can make now, and lots more to come. We're going to have to seriously think about how to market them soon. Up until now it's mostly been setting things up then running around dealing with emergencies, like Endbringers that can't make up their minds whether to attack or not. And the ship move, the Merchants, the scrapping… it's been a bit chaotic."

"Believe it or not I've noticed," he laughed. "Hard not to when your entire life gets turned upside down in under three months."

"Are you upset about it?" she asked, looking at him, a little worried.

"Not at all, dear, don't worry. It's wonderful. You're having fun which is the most important thing to me, and helping a lot of people in the bargain." He glanced reassuringly at her for a second. "No one in the DWU is even slightly upset about how things are working out, more the exact opposite, in fact. And you've made some wonderful and loyal friends, who themselves have been helped and gone on to help others. No matter what happens next, I believe in you, Varga, and the Family to do the right thing."

"Thanks, Dad," she murmured, touched. "That means a lot. Sometimes I look at everything and get a little panicked and overwhelmed by how fast everything changed. But I can't say I don't love it."

"It suits you, this chaos," her father smiled. "As I've said many times, your mother would be extremely pleased and proud about how you've grown and the things you've done and are going to do. So am I."

Relaxing somewhat, she nodded, looking out the side window and watching a police car go past in the other direction. A little later, she looked back to him. "We need to think about the ferry soon," she said. "You mentioned it in the office, and I realized that it was the first time you've talked about it in months. But it was your pet project for so long, even before Mom died. We need to make it happen."

He was silent for another quarter of a mile, then smiled gently. "I'd like that. All the changes recently have tended to push it out of my mind, but I still think it's something the city needs. The money will soon be there, after all."

"It's already there, considering what Lisa did to Calvert," she giggled. "I wonder if he's worked out he's flat broke yet and BBFO technically owns all his companies and assets?"

Her father started laughing helplessly. Eventually he shook his head, grinning. "I really hope he doesn't, actually. It would be much funnier if he only finds out when he's in PRT custody. I can imagine that Director Piggot would take extreme pleasure in pointing that out."

They both burst out laughing again at the mental picture of the PRT director grinning like Death while informing her old colleague just how screwed he was. Both of them could easily picture it. "I'll bet she would," Taylor snickered. "I have to admit she's growing on me. I definitely respect her, she doesn't take shit from anyone. Lisa says the same thing."

"The woman is formidable and honorable, for a government employee," he nodded. "There's enough history between the PRT and the DWU that I doubt we'll ever see eye to eye, but if more of them were like her I'd be a lot happier about it. Some of the people I've heard about are far less trustworthy."

"Well, hopefully they'll stay out of the city and let us train the local branch how to deal with the Family," she giggled. "It's a slow process but it seems to be working. I'd hate to have to start all over again with someone else. Although I'm still kind of puzzled about Miss Militia, that woman definitely doesn't like any of us."

"That much is very apparent," he replied. "I'm not entirely sure why, since most of the others seem to have at least got used to you guys enough to not flinch when you smile. She's sort of highly strung around you, though, which isn't what I'd have expected from her reputation. Everyone I've ever known who's met her has agreed that she's smart, level-headed, and skilled, and normally the most likely person in the room to know what's going on."

"She's sure jumpy around us," Taylor frowned. "Odd. Armsmaster is fine, he seems to actually like being with Raptaur, if anything. I like him, he's a bit emotionless but he's really smart and very sensible."

"Dragon seems to find you all both puzzling and amusing as well," he pointed out. "And the less said about Vista, probably the better. I can't help but wonder which Ward you'll corrupt next."

Grinning again, she shrugged. "No idea. I've met all of them now and I like them all, although Gallant is definitely weirded out by us. Clockblocker is great, he's got a sense of humor that fits right in, Kid Win is cool too, and Aegis seems perfectly sensible if a little stiff. Vista is hilarious and really, really skilled at her abilities. I'm perfectly happy to talk to any of them but the PRT seems to want to keep them away from us, based on what she said."

"Somehow I'm not entirely surprised," he smirked. "Considering what tends to happen to capes who hang around you all."

"Hey, they don't know that," she protested, laughing. "We only found out recently. I do think I need to talk to the Director soon about making better costumes for most of them, though. That thing Vista runs around in is nearly as bad as what Amy had, it's not safe. I don't want to see any of them hurt."

"Sounds like we'll have quite a lot to talk to the PRT about when we arrange to meet them, in that case," he replied thoughtfully. "Linda, the healing things, which need a good name, and new costumes. Did you make those wormhole generator parts you were going to, by the way?"

"Yes, before you and Mark turned up I completed three sets," she nodded. "I've got them boxed up in the office, Lisa is going to drop them off tomorrow."

"OK." Making a left turn, he added, "Nearly there, Roy lives about a mile down this road."

"Nice area," she noted, looking around at the houses, which were considerably larger on average than in their neighborhood.

"It's fairly upscale," he responded. "Back in the day this was where the shipping captains and company owners lived. Some real history here, it's one of the oldest parts of the city. That house there..." He pointed at a large three story one set back from the road, "...was owned by Captain Micheal Green, the man who started the first import/export business in the city. The docks grew out of that over the years." As they drove along, he recounted similar stories for many of the other buildings while Taylor listened quietly, pleased at his good mood and amused about how much local history her father knew.

Eventually they turned into a gravel driveway. "Here we are. Please try not to do anything too… unusual? Either of you?"

"We'll be good," she smiled, feeling the Varga grin inside her.

He looked dubiously at her, but nodded as they got out of the vehicle.

Opening the door, Roy smiled at his sister and her family. "Come in," he said, stepping back and waving them through. "Hi, Cheryl, how are you?" he added, embracing her, then shaking hands with her husband Jim.

"Fine, thanks, Roy," she said. "And you?"

"Oh, everything's pretty good here," he replied as he lead them into the living room. "Have a seat. Deb is due back any time now, and Rory is on his way. Everyone else should be here in about half an hour. While we're waiting, do any of you want drinks?"

He quickly filled their requests, then sat opposite them. Dinah came over with her glass of juice and squeezed next to him, grinning at him. "Hello, princess," he grinned back. "How's life treating you?"

"Very well, thank you, Uncle Roy," she said in a calm and considered way, making him chuckle, before ruining it by giggling and snuggling into his side. "I'm so pleased you invited me as well," she added happily.

"I could hardly not invite one of my favorite people, could I?" he asked, putting his arm around her. "It's nice to see you again. Are you having fun with your new job?"

"I am," she replied, looking happy. "Although that costume they wanted me to wear was horrible. I like the hat, but the rest was awful. That strange man that kept trying to persuade me he knew what he was doing was practically crying in the end." She looked mischievously pleased about making a grown man cry. Roy laughed, looking at his sister, who rolled her eyes.

"Dinah wasn't very impressed by Mr Chambers," Cheryl said in dry tones. "He was… upset. Honestly, the entire thing was quite funny, but only in hindsight. At the time it was a little stressful."

"Hey, he tried to get me into a little boring suit at one point," Dinah pointed out with a look of disgust. "It looked silly. I'm only twelve, and a girl, not some… bank manager or something." She shook her head firmly. "No. I'm not wearing that."

"But the hat, that you'll wear," her mother sighed.

"Oh, sure, I like the hat," she smiled. "But they won't let me wear it to school. It's cool, I wanted to show my friends."

"You do understand the entire concept of a secret identity, Dinah?" Roy asked, amused. She nodded, seeming mildly irritated.

"Of course I do, Uncle Roy, but I like the hat. Lots of people wear hats. Just because I had a fedora on at school why would anyone think I was a cape? I mean, I've seen pictures of Saurial wearing a hat like that and no one would confuse her and me, would they?"

"She's got about three feet on you, not to mention the tail," he agreed with a grin. "And the scales, and the teeth, and..."

"She's really cool," Dinah said with a wistful look. "I want to meet her one day."

"Dinah likes reptiles," Cheryl commented with a fond look. "You remember that stuffed dragon you got her years ago?" Roy nodded, smiling. "She still sleeps with it next to her."

"I like him, he protects my dreams," Dinah said with a small smile that showed pride. "But he needs to be fixed again, his left hand is coming off."

"I'll do it tomorrow, Dinah," her mother said. "Since the Family turned up, she's been pretty keen on meeting them eventually. One of her friends ran into Metis at the PRT the other day, in the waiting room, and ever since she heard about it she's been envious."

"Oh?" Roy looked down at his niece, who nodded. "We'll have to see if we can arrange something, then," he said. "Danny would be the person to ask."

"The percentages say it'll happen soon," Dinah pointed out with a faint grin. "But I still can't work out more about them. It's weird."

"Certainly somewhat odd, all things considered," he agreed, still puzzled about how her power, which was remarkably effective, seemed to get very confused with anything surrounding the Family. "What do the PRT say about it?"

"They don't really listen to me when I talk about it so I stopped trying," the girl sighed. "I mean, they're really nice people, mostly, but they keep telling me they know more about my abilities than I do. I think that's silly, it's my ability. I know what it does."

"I'm sure you do, Princess," he chuckled. "You're a very smart kid. Don't worry, I'm sure they'll listen sooner or later."

"Maybe," she shrugged. "It doesn't matter, I guess. As long as I can meet them. I want to know more about them."

"So do most people," Jim said, watching his daughter with amusement. "You're not alone in that." He transferred his gaze to Roy. "You've met most of them, haven't you? What are they really like?"

"Very nice people," Roy replied. "Admittedly a little odd looking, and with a weird sense of humor, but they're people I think we can trust. Certainly Danny and the DWU do, to a level that's hard to explain, and most of the cops and other emergency services people who have run across Saurial or the others say very complimentary things about them. New Wave seem to get along with them very well too, especially Panacea and Glory Girl, and from what I hear Armsmaster, Dragon, and even Legend think highly of them as well."

Jim looked impressed. "That's a lot of accolades."

"They seem to have earned them."

Smiling, Cheryl asked, "I wonder how many of the stories on PHO about things they've done are real?"

He shrugged, grinning. "Probably most of them, I suspect. Although that one guy who thinks they're demons, and the other one who flip-flops between demons, aliens, or demonic aliens, are probably both just nuts."

"Hopefully," Cheryl giggled. "Of the two options, aliens would probably be the better one, but I very much doubt either is true."

"That said, most of the things I've read about them make me wonder what they really are," Jim commented with a thoughtful look. "A lot of what they do is pretty weird even for Parahumans."

"We have no idea what the limits of Parahuman abilities really are, though, do we?" Roy asked. "So we don't actually know if what they can do is unusual or not. New powers come up all the time."

"True," the other man mused, tapping a finger on his glass idly. Eventually he shrugged and sipped his wine. "Not my field, so I suppose I can only leave it to the experts."

"The PRT has no more idea than you do, but they'll probably never admit that," Roy smirked, making his sister and brother-in-law smile. Moments later the front door opened and closed, his wife appearing at the doorway seconds later.

"Hello, everyone," she said as she entered. Cheryl got up and the two women exchanged hugs, as Roy disentangled himself from Dinah and fetched Deb a glass of wine. He kissed her, then handed her the drink, before resuming his seat. She sat next to Cheryl and Jim, who moved down the sofa a little to allow it. "I can't spend long, I still have to turn the roast and put the vegetables on," Deb said, leaning back with a look of relief, "but I'm glad to be off my feet for a moment or two."

"Long day?" Jim asked.

"Excessively," she replied, sounding a little tired. "But I'm looking forward to tonight."

"You know, being Mayor and all, you should strictly speaking have people to do all this for you, Roy," his sister said with a look of sly good humor. "Making your poor wife do the work is abusing your position."

"You know my feelings on that sort of thing, sis," he laughed, shaking his head. "And I hardly 'make' Deb do anything. I pity the person who tries."

His wife looked at him, then saluted him with the wineglass, causing him to grin. "My training finally worked," she said, taking a drink. Dinah, who was watching and listening with an interested expression, giggled a little and repeated the motion with her juice.

Feeling that things were going well, Roy sat and talked with his relatives and his wife until the latter got up to go into the kitchen, just after Rory arrived. Eventually they heard a vehicle drive up outside, the gravel crunching under its wheels, so he got up to answer the door.

"This is the place, Ames," Vicky said, looking up from the GPS app on her phone and pointing. "That's Taylor's dad's car, they must just have got here."

"Looks like it," Amy replied, indicating and making the turn, pulling up alongside the Hebert car, then turning the ignition off. "Try not to pull a Vicky, OK?" She grinned as Vicky looked annoyed.

"Hey, I'm not that bad," the blonde sulked, making Amy laugh for a moment.

"I had to say it, so if mom asks, I can tell her I tried." They exchanged a look, shrugged with mutual smiles, and got out of the truck. Locking it Amy walked over to where Taylor had just got out of her father's car, flexing her tail to get the kinks out. They shared a glance of hidden amusement about their invisible appendages before Amy said, "That was good timing."

"It certainly was," Danny commented, locking his own car. He inspected them both in the light over the front porch of the large house they were outside, nodding to himself. "You both look very good."

"Thanks, Danny," Vicky said, sounding pleased. Her new dress, an expensive one in muted dark gray with gold highlights, fitted her admittedly spectacular figure incredibly well, Amy thought as she looked at her sister. The other girl had several items of jewelry on that Amy recognized as ones she'd persuaded Dean to buy over the last year. The boy had good taste, in her view, the ornaments were very nice.

Amy herself was wearing a deep red blouse with black dress jeans, never having felt she had the figure for dresses. Her hair was in a pony-tail behind her rather than hanging loose and she'd applied a small amount of make-up with some advice from her sister. She didn't normally go in much for it, but had tried something new, which had made Vicky compliment her honestly when they were done.

Taylor was wearing a deep blue dress that came down to below her knees, and combined with her unusual height looked really impressive. It seemed to be made of silk, although Amy wouldn't have wanted to guarantee that considering it was undoubtedly a result of the Varga magic. For all she could see it might have been made of synthetic unicorn hair or something. Her friend had put her hair into a complicated braid that hung down her back, tied in several places with silver bands. It looked very nice, the healer mused, and Taylor pulled the look off well.

She wondered for a moment what her friend's tormentors would have thought if they could have seen her like this, about to have dinner with the Mayor at his invitation, in his actual house. Based on what Taylor had told her, she thought they'd probably have practically choked on their own bile, which made her feel pleased.

Taylor looked at her, smiling faintly, and it seemed to her that her friend had thoughts similar to that going through her own head.

The front door opened, revealing Mayor Roy Christner himself, who smiled at them all. "Don't stand around in the cold, come on in," he called, stepping to the side and waving at the entrance. They walked over, Danny reaching him first and holding out his hand. "Glad you could make it, everyone," the Mayor said, shaking his hand, then doing the same as they all came in one by one. "Taylor, I'm very pleased to meet you finally," he said to the Hebert girl as she brought up the rear. "Danny has told me a lot about you over the years. I'm sorry to hear about the problems you had at Winslow and pleased that you're doing so well at Arcadia now."

"Thank you, Mayor Christner," the brunette girl replied with a nod of thanks and a smile. "That means a lot. Dad has told me all sorts of things about you as well." She glanced at Danny, who was watching with interest. "Mostly good."

The Mayor chuckled, looking at her father. "I can imagine that some of the not mostly good parts were fairly uncomplimentary."

"Actually, no," she said with a larger smile. "Even when he was annoyed he's always told me you were a good man, just being awkward, and sooner or later he'd persuade you around to the correct viewpoint."

Danny sighed while the other man roared with laughter, Vicky and Amy giggling as well.

"Thank you, dear," Danny said. Taylor bowed a little with a small smirk.

"You're welcome, Dad," she said. "You always taught me to be honest whenever possible. So did Mom."

"That may have been a mistake," he said, frowning, which made them all laugh again.

"Nonsense, I like to see the truth even if it hurts, Danny," the Mayor said, waving them down the hall. "Believe me, it's rare enough in politics. Anyway, she's right, you did eventually talk me around, didn't you?"

"I suppose I did," Danny remarked, shaking his head with good humor. Entering a large living room, they looked about them. Two women in their late thirties or early forties got up, along with another man about the mayor's age, and there was a younger man of around nineteen sitting next to a girl about Vista's age, who were watching with interest.

"Everyone, this is Danny Hebert and his daughter Taylor, and Amy and Vicky Dallon, also known as Panacea and Glory Girl, of New Wave. I'm sure you recognize both of them." He turned to the new arrivals. "My wife Deb, my sister Cheryl and her husband Jim, their daughter Dinah, and our son Rory," he went on, indicating the various people.

Everyone shook hands with everyone, Rory getting up and doing likewise when the older people had finished. Amy knew well that he was the recently ex-Ward Triumph, but of course said nothing. In all probability Taylor had already worked it out, she thought. Dinah remained sitting on the sofa, watching with large bright eyes, apparently fascinated by the new arrivals.

Amy had noticed with a certain level of curiosity that Taylor had been looking very slightly puzzled almost since they'd entered the room, peering around in a manner that she recognized as her enhanced senses picking up something she found odd. The tells were very slight but by now well-known to her. She herself sniffed discreetly, but couldn't pick anything much up that stood out.

When Taylor shook hands with the Mayor's son, there was a very brief pause that Amy was pretty certain no one but her noticed. A faint flicker of concern went across her friend's face, but after that she smiled and greeted the young man politely. "It's nice to meet you, Rory," she said.

"Likewise," he smiled. "Dad's mentioned you, and of course talked about your father quite a bit over the years. I heard you'd transferred to Arcadia? How do you like it there?"

"It's wonderful," Taylor grinned as she released his hand. "If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have met Amy and Vicky, I think, and just that makes it all worthwhile." Amy smiled, amused at the comment, while Vicky made a satisfied sound beside her. "I can't recommend Winslow, though."

"No, I've heard some pretty bad things about that place," he replied.

"Whatever you heard, it's worse," she assured him seriously. "A total hell-hole in most ways. But that's in the past, so I try not to remember my time there if I can."

"Sorry to bring it up, then," he said as he sat down again.

Taylor waved her hand dismissively with a small smile. "Don't worry about it," she told the young man. "I'm not upset." She looked at Amy, then back to him. "Good friends helped me come to terms with things."

"They can do that," he nodded, in an understanding way.

"So I discovered. Something I'm very grateful about."

"Is flying as much fun as it looks?" Dinah suddenly asked, staring at Vicky. The blonde turned to regard her in mild surprise, then smiled brilliantly.

"Even better," she laughed. "It's annoying not doing it, I think. Best part of the whole cape thing by a long way."

"How fast can you fly?"

"Just over the speed of sound," the older girl said. She looked mildly pensive for a moment. "Although I can't recommend finding that out when you're three hundred feet up near a military base. They get a bit funny about it." Dinah giggled at the expression on Vicky's face, the others looking at her with interest. "Then you get yelled at. A lot." She sighed. "Seriously, you wouldn't believe how much."

"Sounds like a story," the Mayor's sister smiled.

"Oh, yes," Amy laughed. "Mom wasn't pleased. Neither was Director Piggot. Or the Air Force guy. Or..."

"Shut up, Ames," Vicky hissed, covering her face with a hand. Amy relented, although by now Dinah was close to sliding off the sofa due to her laughter.

"Oh, dear," the Mayor's wife said, looking sympathetic. Taylor was smirking and Danny definitely looked amused. "It sounds embarrassing."

"So embarrassing you wouldn't believe it," Vicky sighed again, slightly pink-cheeked. "Not one of my finest days."

"I seem to recall a recent interaction with a building that I read about," Rory said in leading tones. Vicky became even more pink.

"I was distracted," the blonde girl mumbled.

"Let's stop teasing poor miss Dallon and go through to the dining room, shall we?" the Mayor said, visibly trying not to smile, and giving his son a look, causing the boy to mime zipping his lips. "I believe the food should be ready very shortly."

Everyone headed for the next room. Taylor hung back a little, waiting for the others to go ahead of them, Dinah looking excited and watching Vicky closely, then smiling happily when the blonde lifted a couple of inches off the floor and floated through the doorway with a wink at the younger girl. Amy smiled, before turning to her friend, who had moved to stand next to her.

"Problem?" she asked in a very low voice, quietly enough that only Taylor's Varga hearing could pick it up.

"Rory is Triumph, right?" Taylor asked, equally quietly.

"Yes," she admitted.

"Funny thing. That weird smell some Parahumans have?" Taylor flicked her eyes at the young man who was currently talking to Danny as they sat around the large table in the dining room.

"He has it too."

Amy looked at her, then at the youth in question, before following her friend to a seat, thinking furiously.