Lizzie sat at her desk, and remembered something that she had disregarded in the past.  The enemy had told Mrs. Sanchez that they would call her at one.  Without hesitating to ask her mother, Lizzie dialed Miranda's number to reach Mrs. Sanchez.  "Hello?" Mrs. Sanchez said.  "Who are you?" she demanded frantically.

            "It's just Lizzie," Lizzie said, trying not to act as hysterical as she felt.  "I just wanted to know if they called you.  They called me."      

            "Yes, Lizzie.  They called me.  What did they say to you?" Mrs. Sanchez asked her.

            "They told me to go to The Digital Bean, and wait at our usual table," Lizzie began.

            "Was Miranda there?" Mrs. Sanchez interrupted hopefully.  "Is she okay?"
            "I'm sorry," Lizzie said.  "But no.  She wasn't there.  Kate Sanders was, though.  Her eyes were a pale blue color, and she had no pupils.  She didn't even remember who she was.  And when she left, she ran at a speed I've never seen a human being run at," Lizzie said nervously.  She hadn't wanted to make Mrs. Sanchez worry even more, but anything that would help find Miranda seemed worth it to Lizzie.  "What did they say to you?"

            "They said that they have a program that is selecting students for some sort of bizarre secret operation.  They target students your age, for some reason.  I have no idea why.  It's all getting very confusing to me.  I don't know what to do, Lizzie.  I just don't.  I don't know if I'll ever see Miranda again," Mrs. Sanchez updated, starting to cry.

            "Don't say that," Lizzie urged.  "We'll find a way to bring her back.  I promise."

            "Don't make promises you can't keep, Lizzie.  I have to go," Mrs. Sanchez said.

            Since her family shared an e-mail address right now, she assumed that her mother would tell her if anything else bizarre popped up.  While Lizzie lay asleep, she had a weird dream.  Miranda walked up to her.

            "Miranda?" she asked.  "Are you okay?"
            "Come save me, Lizzie," she said.  "There's only one way."

            "Miranda, come back!" she yelled.

            "Save me, Lizzie," she said, disappearing into a massive cloud of fire and smoke.  "Save me."

            "Miranda, come back!" she screamed, waking up drenched in sweat.

            Lizzie re-opened her e-mail from last night that was from someone named The Power who had wanted her help.  Hopelessly, she realized that there was only one thing to do.  In desperation for her friend's life, Lizzie haphazardly clicked reply.