Betsy ran through the streets aimlessly. Mom! She called out to the heavens. What's wrong with me?

I… Wanted to… I…

She shivered against a breeze that brought some rain with it. What's happened to me?

I didn't want to kill Kitty when I met these people. But I would have to save Brian. Now I'm trying to kill both Kurt and Illyana in one night?

She swallowed a tight throat full of tears.

I know Watts made me go after Kurt… I remember taking the phone from Tabitha… He said… Something… And then we attacked. So I know he did it…

But… Illyana?

She pressed her eyes closed as the wind whipped up. God! I hate it when Brain's right!

And what happened to him? He was always the first to fight when we could. And he certainly never ended up getting his butt whipped by some rail thin twig-boy like Alistaire.

She smiled slightly despite herself. Oh, wow… Mom!

Alistaire… Can take Brian.

She shook her head. That's impressive.

Wait! Illyana must have… She did! She told us what she had done to wake us up.

Betsy stopped dead in her tracks and it began to rain on her. She saved us both…

Betsy thought of Brian standing in that hole, screaming himself purple in rage. Aww… Mom… Watts shattered his mind… And Illyana … saved him.

Damn it! I… I owe her now! Damn it!

Betsy closed here eyes. I … I need to… I still really need to … Maybe I can just beat her senseless a couple of times or…

She shivered. I need to get back there before they hook up and we become in-laws.

And she turned around, and began jogging back the way she had come, trying to retrace her steps.

But this has to be it. She told herself. No more. No more killing. Just like Lucy… And then she shivered because she knew Lucy had a tendency to break that rule for members of her own 'family'.

And somehow Betsy was afraid that Illyana was about to become family.

He never would have forgiven that of anyone we used to know. She must be something special to him.

And Betsy felt a pang of jealousy as ...

Wilson drifted off to sleep.

Everything in his dream seemed to be rimmed in purple and glowing. He was walking across the field toward the lighthouse, just as he had that morning.

But it was Betsy instead of Brian who stood ready to meet him.

He felt a rush of appreciation at seeing her.

She smiled and slipped her arms around his neck.

And he leaned in to a fabulous and passionate kiss.

A few rooms away a small purple dragon jumped when he heard the first crashing sound.

But the next two let him know there was a rhythm to it.

His curiosity piqued he bounced out in to the hallway and followed the sound down to the guy on the couch.

"… … oooo… … …" The little dragon chuckled under his breath. "Hehehehehe… Betsy's."

He jumped up on to the back of the couch and looked down at the boy, sniffing around him.

Still the crashing rhythm continued.

The little dragon cocked his head and watched as the air seemed to draw in on itself and explode softly over and over again.

He looked down to discover that his little purple foot was tapping to the rhythm.

And he liked it. It was a catchy little beat.

He swished his tail back and forth in time with the beat.

"… ooo… …" He smiled. "… smooth…"

And suddenly more of the air began to snap over the sleeping boy. But these 'snaps' sounded like the notes of an old honky-tonk piano. They repeated quickly in what was obviously a dance worthy melody.

Suddenly the little dragon found himself dancing in place and spinning in time with the music.

"… … oooo… … cool … tunes…" He began snapping his little fingers in time with the music and kicking out his little feet while he bounced around the back of the couch.

The sound rolled off smoothly and just soft enough for Wilson to sleep through.

"Yeah!" The little dragon hissed as he leapt up and grabbed Kitty's sunglasses off the table and pulled them on.

"Do,do,do,do,do-do-do.." The happy little dragon chirped as he grabbed a worn down pencil from the table and began using it as a 'microphone' as he danced around the sleeping boy.

"Do, do da-da-da, de-de-da! Yeah!" The little dragon said as he bounced along the back of the couch.

Then… as little dragons sometimes will, he got distracted by the new 'air snaps' around the boy – but instead of making noise these ones flashed with light.

"… … ooo … Pretty!" The distracted dragon sighed… as he fell off the back of the couch and on to Wilson's stomach.

"OOHF!" Wilson woke up with a start – just in time to hear some of the music and see the flashing lights.

"Hey! Did anyone…" But then he remembered he was alone.

And then he saw the dragon on his lap.

"Oh, give me a break." Wilson said, looking at the dragon in his sunglasses and holding the pencil like a microphone while giving Wilson a cheeky little grin.

"Ahem." The little dragon cleared his throat.

"… look…" The dragon pointed.

Wilson looked quickly and when he looked back…

The dragon was gone.

"Oh, sure. I can have the nightmare about the werewolves all I want and no cute or friendly little dragons happen by, but give me one good dream about a sexy purple haired girl and… " He tossed up his hands in surrender.

"Just like I can sleep all day but once it works no one's here to hear me whine about it."

"Hehehehe…" Came a soft voice from out of sight. " … pretty song…"

Wilson looked around but couldn't find the little dragon. "Well… thanks." He said softly.

"Hehehe…" The little dragon puffed out his chest and strolled proudly away from the room. "…me… cute." And he nodded once with great assuredness. Been told so.

And then he clicked a few cheeky 'tsk's and scampered off to hide in Kitty's room.

Wilson settled himself back down on to the couch. It was… kind of …a pretty song.

And he smiled softly, beginning to doze off when suddenly…

The air around him began to contract and expand emitting a soft noise each time. They were plinking away like a light classical piece.

"… … ooo … …" Came a soft voice from the hallway. " … more?" It creaked quickly.

Wilson stared softly, not letting himself come fully away to answer. "Yeah. More." He said absently.

And the little dragon returned to the room, this time, strutting his way through a waltz.

And the music seemed to respond to the dragons dancing by falling in time with him.

Wilson watched in wonder as the little dragon responded to his power.

The dragons not really so weird… He thought. After all… I'm a jukebox.