"We only want to talk," called the brunette.

Lauren flipped them the bird. "Fuck off! We ain't interested!"

"I think you'll want to hear what we have to say."

"We've heard quite enough of whackjob ideology, thank you very much," Andy replied.

"Lauren, Andy, look around you! This isn't the world you should be living in! You two should be gods!"

"No thanks; not interested in the position."

All they wanted was to be left alone.

Was that really too much to ask?

"My name is Reeva Paige. There's a lot you two don't know about yourselves."

Andy raised his hands and sent them flying backwards. The trees around them shuddered and bent downwards, their lower limbs brushing the ground.

"Phoebe!" shouted Sophie, scrambling to get to Esme's – not Esme? – side.

Their eyes shone blue.

Lauren reached for his hand.

He took it.

The power danced and roared and screamed around them.

As one, they reached out and made everything not.

And it felt right.