Kat couldn't believe what she had done. It was half-past six in the afternoon, and she had just returned to Cicily's place. Her fingers danced over the spines of the books. Their smell filled her senses, and for a moment she felt at peace. Reality reasserted itself when Cicily stumbled down the stairs.
"Ooh, that blasted rug! I'm going to–oh, Kat! You're back!" Cicily threw her arms around the girl. "Where have you been?! I was worried sick. I just called that police man-what's his name-Robert? Roger? I think? I'll have to call him back."
"You mean you don't know where I was?" Kat asked while Cicily fiddled with her phone. "What about your powers? I mean, you made me see your entire past!"
"Not my entire past," Cicily said, "but I'm not omniscient. I can't know everything that's going on everywhere in the universe. I only know what I see."
"Oh. So you don't have an Infinity Gauntlet, you just have normal powers like Hulk."
"What? And who?" Cicily held up a finger. It seemed the policeman had picked up the phone. "Hi, it's Cicily Arius again. I'm so sorry for bothering you, but I found Kat. Thank you for the help, though. You have a nice day, too, sir."
"I'm going to bed," Kat said suddenly, hoping to avoid the conversation about where she had been.
"But it's only six-thirty, Kat."
"I know."
"All right," Cicily said slowly. "But you're telling me what happened, whether you like it or not. And you'll have to tell me either tonight, or before school tomorrow."
"Fine."
Kat hopped up the stairs, but stopped when she heard the shop bell ring and a man's voice. It was a familiar voice, the same one from a few days ago. Ambrosi, Kat remembered.
"Ambrosi…" A warning note was in Cicily's voice. Kat crept down a few stairs and peeked through the railing.
"Cicily, I'm sorry. I know you don't want me here, but I can't help it. I don't know how to take care of a child. The boy is…is…I don't know. He's all red and keeps complaining about his throat."
"Then take. Him. To. The. Hospital."
"I can't do that! I don't have a birth certificate, or a citizenship card or.."
"You don't need those! Just get him to the doctor."
"But what if a doctor can't help him? Can I please just bring him to you?"
"No! You know what could happen. Everything is tenuous enough as it is."
"Cece, please."
"Just take him to the doctor. I've already got a moody teenager to take care of."
"Fine. I'll try. But if I can't get him to the doctor…"
"Just go."
The bell jangled on the door. Ambrosi was gone. In a split second decision, Kat clomped down the stairs. If Cicily was going to call her a moody teenager, then she was going to use that to its fullest capacity. She put a pout on her face. Cicily blocked her way to the door.
"Just where do you think you're going young lady?"
"Out."
"How much of that did you hear?"
"Nothing, I put my earbuds in."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I'm going for a walk."
"Fine, but be back before eight."
Kat breathed a sigh once she was out the door. Hopefully Ambrosi hadn't gone far. She went around the corner and bumped into someone.
"Ope, sorry. Oh. Hi."
The person she had bumped into was Ambrosi. He turned a cold look on her. She shivered. Before now, she hadn't looked him in the eye. He had dark gray eyes, as steady and dark as stone. Kat shook herself. She needed to talk to him.
"I was in the shop with Cicily," she said, "and I want to know more about the boy you mentioned. You said he was sick."
"Yes…what's it to you?"
"I want to help."
Ambrosi thought for a moment. Kat really hoped he didn't just walk off. It would make everything a lot harder. The man took an impossibly long time to answer.
"You're the Medea child that Cicily found, aren't you?"
"I still don't know what or who 'Medea' is, but yeah, I guess so."
"Hm. All right, I'm desperate. Come with me."
Kat went to follow, then stopped. She really was being entirely too reckless. It was bad enough that she had confronted Mr. Agreste alone. Now she was about to follow a man she barely knew to a child that may or may not exist. Kat stopped Ambrosi by grabbing his arm.
"Listen, I'm not going somewhere with a stranger, so…"
Ambrosi pursed his lips. He reminded Kat of someone…maybe an actor from the old westerns her dad liked? He definitely had a similar vibe. He was like a fancy-dressed cowboy. His hair grayed at the roots, which gave it a salt-and-pepper effect. All together, Kat supposed that Ambrosi would be pretty good looking, if he was thirty years younger. Or maybe thirty thousand years younger. If he was like Cicily, he could be a lot older than she thought.
"I'll tell you what," he said, "I think I can get him here. Being a child yourself, you probably know more about ailments and children than I do, so I'll take whatever advice you give."
"Even if it's to take him to the hospital?" Kat smiled.
"Yes," Ambrosi rolled his eyes. "But only after you've seen him."
"I'll wait at the park."
So apparently, I actually hadn't seen the last six or so episodes of season 4, so this actually takes place mid season 4, but like I said in a previous part, it's probably going to branch off anyway. I may or may not end up including the later facts disclosed by season 4. ANywAys…hope you enjoyed this part!