Kim felt light headed. "Wh-who are you?" she asked, voice trembling. Wonder of wonders, her body once more responded to her commands! She was trapped no more within the cold.

She placed a hand on her chest. A comforting pulse thudded. She looked at her rescuers.

One appeared to be about seventeen, with long, brown hair tied back into a braid. Shock showed clear in her hazel eyes. She seemed almost as amazed as Kim did at this turn of events.

The other one looked younger, perhaps ten, with blond hair cropped at the shoulder. She was sitting on the floor, exhaustion showing clearly. Her eyes were a chocolate brown.

"My name is Mikka," said the younger girl, "and this is my sister Charri."

"How do you know my name?" Kim asked, hopping out of the chmber.

Mikka smiled tiredly. "I... read you when I started you up again."

"Read me?"

"She's a psi," Charri said shortly.

"Psi?"

"I'll explain it at home," Mikka said.

"She isn't coming home with us!" Charri said, annoyed.

"Where else is she supposed to go?" Mikka asked.

"Somewhere else! I don't know!"

"She can fight the Glows," said Mikka softly. "She's done it before... and won."

"What are you talking about?" Kim broke in. "What's a 'Glow'?"

"I'll explain it at home," Mikka repeated. "Let's go, Charri."

Charri realized that arguing was going to get her nowhere. That redheaded girl creeped her out to no end, but Mikka was apparently determined. And Mikka had said she could win against the Glows... a psi would know these things, if anyone, and the idea was, frankly, appealing.

"Fine." Charri said, sighing. "Follow us if you like... Kim, was it?" She gently helped Mikka to her feet and lead her out.

Charri could hear Kim's footsteps behind them.

---

Home was a good ways off, but Charri hired a hovercab, in order to save Mikka from the long walk it would have been. Kim stared out the window as they glided silently along.

How long has it been? In the past few times she had left her body, she hadn't recognized anything. She hadn't bothered to look for anyone; they had died long ago. She had, in spirit (literally) attended Ron's funeral.

She had mourned him for a long time. She still mourned him, and wondered what might have been had she not been poisoned that day so long ago.

Perhaps she should have paid more attention. I don't understand anything in this world. What is a psi, and what's a Glow?

The hover stopped, and Kim was shaken out of her reverie. She followed Charri and Mikka into what looked like a hotel.

In fact, it was more of an apartment building. If it had been a hotel, it would have been a very cheap one. The paint was peeling off the walls, which had probably once been white, but were darkened with age. There was nothing in the way of decoration.

Charri led them into a room on the first floor, the numbers 106 on the door.

"Mom is at work right now," said Mikka, planting herself on a tattered, faded yellow couch. "Now, I should probably get started on what's been happening the past 500 years."

"Five hundred years!" Kim exclaimed. "I've been in there for 500 years!"

"Yes," Mikka responded calmly. "You fell in 2006. It is now 2506. You've been medically dead for about five hundred years."

"How did you bring me back?" Kim asked.

"Your spirit, the part of you that's really you, never left your body," Mikka explained. "If it hadn't been, it wouldn't have worked. Without the spirit, the body is just an empty vessel." Mikka shrugged. "But your spirit was still with your body, even if your body wasn't working any more. So all I had to do was start your body up again."

"Why didn't my... spirit leave?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, what's a psi, and what are Glows?"

"A psi is someone with extraordinary mental capacities," said Charri from where she stood near the doorway, sounding as if she was quoting from a textbook. "It manifests in many different ways."

"I am one," said Mikka. "Mom is too, but she isn't as strong."

"It sounds kind of sci-fi," Kim said. "I never really read a lot of science fiction."

"Well, I'm both telepathic and telekinetic," said Mikka proudly. "I can read minds, and I can move things with my mind. Mom's more of an empath-- she can sense the emotions of others, and she can also influence emotions a little."

"Don't tell anyone about Mikka being a psi," Charri ordered. "They'll take her away, run her through tests, and possibly take her to the Imperial City."

"I won't," Kim promised. "Now, what's a Glow?"

"They're officially called the Special Forces, but most people just call them Glows because their powers glow." Mikka answered.

"Huh?"

"They're the descendants of Shego and her brothers. That should help it make more sense."

"It does. So, these Glows all have superpowers?"

"Yes."

"So... you want me to help you fight the Glows, because I've fought Shego before."

"Yes. I know you've helped save the world a lot of times. So... can you save ours?"