Max had been right, Michael did have a lot of Snapple in the fridge. Anne picked a raspberry iced tea for herself and a Mango for Max. Anne could hear Max talking on the phone to Isabel and telling her it was important for her to come over, it sounded like she had just wanted to stay home that night. With drinks in hand Anne went to the door of Max's room where he had gone to use the phone.

"So what did Isabel say? Will she meet us?" Anne was nervous again, every time there was another step to take there was another chance at something bad happening.

"Well she really didn't want to meet up tonight but I talked her into it." Max had a smile that could calm the nerves.

"If she was busy we could have met up tomorrow morning or something," Anne was being considerate. Max remembered her being like that when they were little, always looking out for others and not wanting to be an imposition.

"No really it is fine she spends too much time with her husband anyway," Max was completely serious he didn't like the fact that Isabel was married and didn't hide it very well.

"Okay," she then took a quick glance around the room. Max had posters on the wall of Bush and other alternative bands. There was books not just on the shelves but also on the dresser and there was a few pictures of his family but none of Liz. The room definitely reflected Max there was an orderliness to the room along with a slight disorder, a few things tossed here and there without much care. "I like your room," she said as she took a couple of steps in.

"Thanks I haven't really gotten it just the way I want it yet there are a couple of more posters I want to put up." Max looked at her and studied the way she examined everything closely as if she was memorizing the room. He started to look at her more closely. In the light of his room her hair looked golden. The curve of her neck was inviting him to touch and caress. There was a definite raw attraction something he couldn't help but there was more than that he felt a connection to her like he could almost read her thoughts.

As Max thought this and focused more intently on Anne all of a sudden he heard a voice in his head, It's amazing how much Max and I have in common we even like the same kind of music. My room almost looks like this except it has a girly feel. We need to focus on the task at hand, and stop worrying about your interest in Max besides he is probably still in love with Liz. They do sort of belong together. The last part sounded different it still came from Anne but it was as if someone else was talking.

Then Max thought, oh my god am I hearing Anne's thoughts. That second part must have been Brom or at least the part of him that lives inside her.

Oh my god you can hear my thoughts now, this was Anne thinking/talking. She had been able to read peoples thoughts and emotions since her powers came into effect. They were Brom's powers, his special gift that had made him such a great advisor to young king Zan.

"You can read my thoughts, too I thought for a second it was just me," Max said astonished.

"No I can read thoughts but I never had anyone be able to read mine before," Anne was stunned but also pleased she didn't feel so weird now that someone else could do the same thing she could.

"So you can read everyone's thoughts? This isn't the first time it has happened?" Max asked

"No it happens all the time, for about six months."

"Oh but do you use it a lot?"

"No, it is weird to know what other people are thinking. Plus it is such an intrusion it makes me feel bad."

"I get that. Well at least that is one other thing I know now although I don't know why I could hear your thoughts if that is your power."

"I think it is because we established the final link between us and are now connected, the same should happen when we wake the others crystals. It is kind of a way for us to be able to communicate even in enemy hands without anyone knowing."

"I get that. Oh I think I hear Isabel's car now."

"Okay another step to take."

"What?"

"Oh, well there is so much I have to do to get you all started and there are steps to get to the ultimate goal. Convincing Isabel is going to be another step."

"Yeah and getting her to bring, Jesse in is going to be a hard one," Max said as he headed towards the front door.