All of a sudden, Jake started morphing. Feathers sprouted from his arms. His fingers elongated to form wings. His legs took the form of talons. I started morphing too. Spreading our wings, we took off silently, ignoring the warnings of the other animorphs.
We went back to the Yeerk Pool. Our goals were similar-find Cassie. Although we knew that it was hopeless, we still refused to give up. This attitude rushed in our blood. As cousins, we shared this "quality". We circled round and round above the the ruined Yeerk Pool, our eyes frantically scanning the area. Our strong desire to find Cassie made our wings tireless. We searched for hours, remorphing again and again, blatantly ignoring our fatigue. The day darkened into night. I realised that we had not said a word to each other all day. I broke the silence.
Jake, let's go home. Our parents will be worried and the Yeerks must be searching all over for us. We can't afford to get ourselves caught. Cassie won't be thrilled if we suffer the same fate and leave Earth and the others in the lurch.
Surprisingly, I managed to persuade him. We demorphed in Jake's house. It was already evening. I called my mum and said I would be staying over at Jake's to do a project. I wanted to be with Jake. I figured that we could comfort each other and I wanted to keep watch and make sure he did not morph again, go out and step right into danger. Our roles seemed to have switched. He had become the reckless one, and I, the rational one. Although I was itching to squash some Yeerks myself, I knew better. They would get me.
Jake and I talked late into the night, about Cassie. The doorbell rang. Nobody answered it. I got the door, and opened it.
"Rachel." A familiar voice called. I looked up. Right into the eyes of my best friend.