Episode Four

Majestic Twelve

Anna had to be out of her mind. Her family told her such. Of course, they would; it was inevitable they'd find out. Bad enough they ran into them as they were leaving for the production facility one morning - scared Tyler so bad, Anna had to restrain him from drawing a weapon. She barely managed to get the lightsaber out of his hand before it went active, and explained to her parents they merely startled him. Maverick, on the other hand, was supportive, as was Shea. They liked the idea that Anna and Tyler were basically living together. Mother and father... were gonna take some convincing. She carefully admitted to them she was doing cancer research, and Tyler was aiding her in that endeavor - and while they were impressed, they questioned her impulsive decision to let him stay with her. Money wasn't any issue - Tyler was good at managing that. Most of what he needed, he could replicate from the Force or already had stored in his transporter buffers; other things, he bought. Anna was amazed at how good he was at negotiating a deal. The council eventually officially recognized Tyler working in the production facility, and he began getting a steady flow of income. Their experiments went flawlessly, time and time again, giving Anna a giddy sense of hope. Every time they ran their nanoprobes, every kind of cancer Anna was able to secure a sample of, the nanoprobes completely eradicated; she even spent hours looking through a microscope watching it happen. It was phenomenal. She tried containing her excitement, but that was beginning not to work. After a few months, she had definitive proof this could work. She even sent - at Remy's urging - a report to the council, and in an amazing reverse of fortunes - compared to last time she tried this - the council proposed supporting her in this endeavor. They commended her for her extraordinary precautions, and she tried to give Tyler credit for his work. Strangely, Tyler wanted to stay out of the spotlight. For someone that had helped with such a great breakthrough, he curiously didn't want to take any credit for it. The council didn't know, but Anna had her suspicions; he knew something. Every time they walked, he kept his eyes up, on the rooftops and upper windows; every time they walked into a restaurant, he's wary, alert. She even asked him about it one time:

"Why are you so suspicions and alert all the time?" she asked him at a bar and grille in the central area of town. "Do you ever relax?"

He was again looking around, as though gauging those present. "I have to be alert," he said. "You don't survive as long as I have among the wastes without knowing when trouble's coming from any direction. I come in here, and the first thing I'm doing is checking the sight lines and looking for an exit."

"I see the exit, too - I'm not worried," Anna assured him. "What has you so scared? What do you think is out here?" This time, Tyler didn't immediately answer. His gaze went from their waitress at another table, then to a husky runner sitting at the bar, then the window next to them, before his gaze went to Anna herself.

"I can tell you that the window next to us is manufactured to be resistant to a hurricane-driven wind projectile, but will shatter when it comes into contact with a type-three disruptor pulse; I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the runner sitting at the bar weighs two hundred seventy-five pounds and knows how to handle himself; I can tell you the best place to find parts to make an improvised weapon is the junkyard adjacent to this bar and in this weather, I can run flat-out for a half-mile before my hands start to shake." He paused, letting Anna process the information. "These are things a man on the run would have to know. Things a guerrilla war fighter would be doing - escape and evasion, hit and run, clandestine operations behind enemy lines."

He knew. He had to. Why else would he be ducking out of the spotlight like he's trying to avoid attention? Still, even Anna admitted this measure she was taking was a bit... uncharacteristic. She's been living with him - or rather, he's been living with her - for a few months, and the entire time, it never sat right with her that he kept sleeping on the floor. Even when she let him sleep on the couch, he always ended up on the floor. She didn't know if he did that on purpose, or if he simply fell off, but he was always getting up from the floor the next morning. She had to be out of her mind to do this, but if only to let him have a good night's rest, if only to be there for him when he woke from his nightmares, she got a new bed. And not just any new bed - a king-size. One they both would share. Maverick was supportive of this - and Shea felt it was a sweet and selfless thing to do.

Keeping Tyler in the dark wasn't easy - he had gotten to know her just as well as she'd come to know him. But she wanted this to be a surprise. So they took on extra tasks at the lab, making sure things were prepared for the ultimate experiment. The doses were ready, the nanoprobes programmed - she eventually ran out of things to prep, with plenty of time on the clock. So, she decided to go out to eat... and that it was time Tyler knew about her own cancer, and why she'd been pushing this so hard. This would be the ultimate confession. On the way, Anna made calls to her parents, her sister and Maverick, and they met a few blocks away from the intended restaurant. Damion would look after the prepped experiments, just to ensure nothing was tampered with. None of them had any reason to believe they would be, but Tyler was insistent on it. Something about a vision. Anna wondered if it was that vision Tyler spoke of when he first started working with Anna. Who could say? But once everyone was assembled and on the way to the restaurant, Anna noticed a definite change in Tyler - he was alert, more than usual, and unusually tense. He also seemed to be... cold.

"Tyler, are you okay?" Shea asked.

"I'm not sure," Tyler said hoarsely. "The Force moves darkly, but I can't sense why."

This made Anna frown slightly. It reminded her of something she heard Tyler say one time: "The Dark Side of the Force often feels cold and deathly - and one gets these feelings when the Dark Side surges, especially when sensing approaching danger." She daren't share this aloud, but now she felt concerned. She was all but certain he-

It was as they were passing an antique store that they all heard a beep! Tyler froze in place, and was the first to look into the window. When everyone else turned to see what it was, they saw Tyler's face went from wary watchfulness to absolute dread - the color drained from his face as he looked at something in the window - a small, box-like device with two metallic tubes inside. Tyler looked to Anna and her family, his breathing got faster and erratic, and he finally shouted, "ANNA, GET DOWN!" He made a strange gesture with his arms, and launched them toward them. The instant he did, Anna, her parents, Shea and Maverick were all, by some invisible force, pushed off their feet and well away from the antique store.

And it was at that moment the store was rocked with a massive explosion. Anna was dazed by the force of the explosion, but when she sat up, she realized Tyler was not where he was before - the explosion blew him across the street; he was unmoving and seemingly lifeless. No, Anna thought. "Tyler!" she managed to shout.

"No use shouting for him," a completely unfamiliar voice said. Anna looked over to a nearby alley and saw something she never expected to see: A group of humans! They were wearing black armor adorned with the red XII. The ringleader was also clad in a black trench coat and had flushed tan skin adorned with tattoos. "No one could survive an explosion like that. Even a Jedi."

Jedi...? Anna thought. She never heard of such a thing.

"Improvised Explosive Devices are handy, but I always preferred plastic explosives. Regrettably, we have only a limited supply of them - and, besides... it would have caused more collateral damage than my superiors were willing to accept," the human said. He drew a pistol, a different design than what Tyler used. "Now, either come with us..." The human said, cocking the hammer of the pistol before he shifted the weapon to point at Anna's family. He fired a shot that impacted near Shea's hand. "... or the next round goes into someone's head." Anna saw movement from the corner of her eye, and looked to see Tyler getting up.

"You bastards took everything from me once before," Anna heard him say. "You shall not do so twice!" The first hint these attackers had that Tyler was alive was when he rose to his feet with a blood-curdling war cry. The ringleader's face turned to horror as he looked over to see Tyler standing there, arms wide and held back, oozing a phosphoric green fluid. Several wounds were visible through his tattered clothes.

"Impossible...!" the ringleader gasped. Tyler was breathing heavy, and for the first time since Anna had known him, Tyler's look distilled pure rage. His eyes glowed yellow, and with a twist of his hand, one of the humans' heads twisted and Anna heard a snap! Before he dropped. Tyler then gestured with that other hand, and one of the other humans exclaimed in surprise before there was a sickening crunch! Before his body was flung into a wall.

The ringleader shifted his aim and fired the gun repeatedly. His remaining cohort all trained weapons on Tyler and opened fire with an ear-splitting roar. Tyler simply raised a hand, just off the right side of his face, and the bullets reflected harmlessly off an invisible shield. Tyler then closed his open hand into a fist and moved it to the side, and his other hand whipped out and made a pulling motion; Anna couldn't believe her eyes when all the humans' weapons suddenly flew from their hands, clattering harmlessly on the ground at his feet. He then held out his right hand, and in an instant, his lightsaber flew from his belt into his hand. The blade flared to life with that iconic snap-hiss! And in a brazen and terrifying move, Tyler leapt into the air with a snarl that carried a hellish screech, and went on the attack. In a flash, he swung that imperial crimson blade, and two of the humans went down with gashes in their chests. The fatal injuries seemed to have been cauterized in infliction, which lead Anna to think the blade was energy-based, maybe some form of Plasma. Tyler did mention that among his arsenal. The other humans, apparently prepared for a close-quarters fight, all drew blades when Tyler was on them. With one of those swings of his blade, a bit of that green ooze flung out and landed on Anna's snout. It was at this moment that Remy happened on the scene, helping Anna up.

"Dear gods above," Remy said, "He's a predator!"

"No," said the voice of Bryce from beside Remy. "He's a protector. He pushed Anna and her family clear of that blast." Anna realized then that Bryce wasn't wrong. He saved her life, and the lives of her family. But something gnawed at her. The green fluid. She wiped the speck of it off her snout, and tasted it, then immediately spit it back out, recognizing the bitter and metallic taste of...

"... Blood," she said aloud. "He's hurt, badly!"

"No shit," Maverick stated. "He got hit with a bomb! But what's that green ooze he's leaking?!"

"That's his blood," Anna told him.

Remy looked down at the dead humans, and saw crimson blood leaking from the mouth of one. "Human blood isn't green..." Remy stated.

Anna shook her head, never taking her eyes off the man so ardently defending her. "He's not human," she said, her voice almost droning. Green blood, dragon eyes, powers beyond her understanding... it all fit. He was not human - not entirely. Watching his fight, she saw he used his anger and rage to empower him, and they seemed to sustain his speed, even with as severely injured as he was. That blade was swung so fast and in such exaggerated arcs, it was almost as though... But of course, Anna thought. He knew these people. He has every reason to hate them; they took everything from him, and he bays for blood. And now he knows they're here. Anna paused on that thought. If he knew these people were here, it would stand to reason that they now knew he was here! But another question came up - what did they need her for? They'd seemed rather intent on taking her alive - why? The combat ended when the last combatant fell missing his head, and Tyler stood, panting in harsh, labored breaths, glaring at Anna with this expression of rage-filled anger.

"Anna, get clear - I don't like the look he's giving us," Maverick told Anna.

"He won't hurt us," Anna said. "If he wanted to, he'd have torn us apart when this started. And someone has to get him to the hospital." She took steps out toward Tyler, her hands out. "Easy, Tyler - it's okay. I'm here." Tyler responded with a guttural growl. "That's not gonna help you, Tyler Horgus," Anna cautioned him. "I am not your enemy. Put it down, pal. You saved my life - let me return the favor." It was as Anna mentioned this that Tyler's gaze jerked, shifting to something behind her, then returned to her just as fast. His breathing got faster, and he yelled,

"GET DOWN!" His speed was amazing, jumping over and grabbing Anna, twisting his body to take her off her feet and held her. Anna heard a gunshot ring out, and Tyler's shoulder exploded in a spray of his blood. He roared in anger, and leapt through what seemed a blue portal, and then another appeared and another human came flying out, dropping a rifle to the ground as he landed hard between Anna and the other dragons present. Tyler exited before the portal closed, and in a roar of hostility, he pulled out a second lightsaber and engaged this last human. This human was not like the others - he had silvery facial tattoos and wore a black-and-white trench coat, but he was no pushover - he was just as good with a blade as Tyler. Tyler refused to let up, and the interloper eventually kicked Tyler in the gut, hit a button on his wristband, and was gone in a flash of light. "YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME, SIMONS! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ANOTHER HOME FROM ME!" Tyler shouted. Silence settled in over the scene. The only sounds came from Tyler's humming lightsabers and his raspy breathing.

That changed when his weapons went inactive, and Tyler collapsed. His green blood was everywhere, and he was bleeding profusely. Anna rushed to his side, and was shocked he was still breathing, heavy and raspy. Bryce and Remy arrived next. "He's losing blood, fast," Bryce remarked.

"We need to get him to a hospital!" Remy agreed. Anna said nothing, merely kneeling down next to Tyler and gently and calmly ran a hand over his head.

"You saved my life, Tyler," she almost whispered to him.

"Whatever blood..." Tyler coughed, "... runs in your veins... no one deserves to die... like that." he paused to spit blood. "Go. This is not... your war. Never was." It was then that Sebastian, Bryce's lieutenant, arrived on the scene, and was astonished at what he saw - nearly a dozen dead humans, plus Tyler bleeding green blood.

Anna placed a hand on Tyler's cheek. "No... it's our war - and we will see it finished," she assured him. She then hefted one of his arms over her shoulder and started to lift him to his feet. he was much lighter than she expected.

"My weapons," he croaked.

"Bryce, grab his weapons, hold on to them!" Anna barked as she started moving for the local hospital.

"Anna, you're not gonna make it to the hospital! He's losing blood too fast!" Bryce called out. Anna paused mentally as she dragged Tyler along. Bryce was right; Tyler was bleeding from a multitude of injuries. He'd bleed out long before they got to the hospital. She had to find some place closer. For some reason, she remembered the restaurant; it was within a few short minutes walk of...

"Then call the paramedics and have them meet me at my house!" Anna commanded. In an unexpected move, Shea hefted Tyler's other arm around her shoulder. "What are you doing?" Anna asked.

"Helping you," Shea responded. "This man risked his life to protect us; I am not gonna sit idly by while he bleeds to death!"

"None of us are," Anna's mother - Jillian - added.

"Just tell us what you need," Came the agreement of Anna's father, Jack. With the aid of her family, Anna dragged Tyler to her apartment, where they settled him on the new bed under some towels. Amazingly, Tyler was still conscious - and it made Anna sad, knowing he could feel every ounce of pain from his wounds. The paramedics arrived not long after they did, and Remy was there, too. Anna spent hours pacing in the foyer nervously, despite the assurances of her family.

"He survived a bomb and a bullet," they kept saying. "He was bleeding horribly, but still remained conscious. He's tough. He'll make it." None of it helped. Anna couldn't help but think of what could go wrong; none of those doctors had any knowledge on how to treat a human, she thought - someone was bound to slip up, and Tyler would be gone forever. Just when Anna had gotten them a bed they can share, too - she was looking forward to not sleeping alone every night. It galled her to her core. The man had been through so much - only to die like this? That couldn't be his fate.

The doctors slowly filed out of the master bedroom, melancholic faces telling Anna what she already suspected. They threw their blood-drenched gloves into a special trash can, and the lead doctor approached Anna after doing the same. He put a hand on her shoulder, and Anna did her best, with tears welling up in her eyes, to brace for the worst. Her only consolation was that she had tried.

But that was not meant to be.

"Your friend will survive," the Doctor said. "He took a severe beating, and I don't know how he managed it, but he'll survive." The entire family breathed a collective sigh of relief. Anna felt the tears roll down her cheeks. He was alive!

"How bad were his injuries?" she asked.

"We pulled nearly three dozen pieces of the bomb shrapnel out of his body; the blood loss alone should have killed him," The doctor told her. "The bullet that went through his shoulder? Large caliber, should have taken his arm off. Your friend, without a doubt, the hardiest and most resilient patient I have ever operated on."

"Can I see him?" Anna asked softly.

"Before you do, I have to ask - did you ever analyze his blood at any point?" the doctor asked. Anna shook his head. "Well, we did - we needed to know if we could give him a blood transfusion, so we took a sample and analyzed it in a computer we brought."

"And? What did you find?" Anna asked.

"You're not gonna believe this," the doctor said. "It's dragon. Your friend looks human, but he has dragon blood." Anna was internally surprised. Dragon eyes. Extraordinary power. Extraordinary resilience. Now Dragon blood. Just what the hell was he? "But Dragon or not," the doctor continued, "He needs a lot of rest. I would strongly advise one of you to remain here with him; he might be more inclined to listen to someone he's familiar with."

"I'll stay," Anna volunteered. "I'll look after him."

"Anna, are you sure-" Jillian started.

"Don't. Start," Anna cut her off. "The man nearly died to protect us; now's not the time to be getting cold feet. He saved my life, and I owe him the same. After what he's been through... he deserves that much." There was a pause before Maverick's voice could be heard:

"That... is dedication. That's something you wanted to see from her, dad. Devotion to someone."

"Indeed," Jack agreed. Anna didn't stick around for this, as she slowly walked into the room where Tyler was, seeing him laying on the bed, wrapped in sterile bandages. Monitors remained active, keeping track of his condition, and he slept, breathing normally. IV tubes fed him a steady supply of intravenous fluids. It saddened her to see her friend in this condition. She sat down next to him, tears still flowing, then took his hand in her own.

He risked his life to save mine, she thought. Nearly died protecting me. But he's alive... my little dragon human. How did you ever be cursed to suffer like this? As though awakened by her thoughts, Tyler slowly opened his eyes and groaned softly. His head turned, and saw Anna. Anna gently rubbed his hand, kissing his wrist. "I'm so sorry, Tyler," Anna apologized, her voice cracking.

"It wasn't your fault, Anna," Tyler said weakly. "You didn't plant that IED, and you certainly didn't send that hit squad after yourself; you have nothing to apologize for."

"On the contrary," Bryce said as he walked into the room. "We could have warned you of the danger. We should have. But we-"

"No such warning was necessary, Bryce - I already knew they were here," Tyler croaked. He softly chuckled. "Ironic. You knew they were here, and didn't tell me, and I knew beforehand, and didn't tell you. Seems we both have some explaining to do." Anna stroked Tyler's wrist.

"No one is gonna make you pour yourself out now, not in this condition," Anna told him.

"I have to, Anna. It's the first rule of engagement: Know your enemy," Tyler told her. He looked to Bryce. "I didn't tell you because I did not want to involve you in my war. But now they've clearly struck against you as much as me, so... Nothing held back?" Bryce shook his head.

"Nothing held back," he agreed. "We've been tracking them for some time. They seem rather intent on taking Anna alive. We've had reports of them showing up in neighboring cities, but we don't know what their goal is."

"Even where I'm from, their goals remained shrouded in mystery," Tyler admitted. "I never knew much beyond that cliche motive of world domination. They liked to operate from the shadows, always did - the invisible hand. Just like the conspiracy group they originated from, the Illuminati. This bunch descended from them."

"Why are they so intent on taking me alive?" Anna asked.

"They're always in need of bodies - the fact they're after you suggests they want you for their research. Like the Enclave, they'll press into service anyone they think can help them; if they can't brainwash you with their ideals, they enslave you. They're real jackasses, by the way. I could only tell them no so many times..." Tyler explained. He scoffed. "... That's why they set that bomb; they expected it to kill me. They wanted you alive, but they knew as long as I was around, they couldn't touch you. And if they couldn't take you, they'd kill you."

This already was known to Anna - Tyler protected her. She saw what Bryce did - a man that was very protective of her. She meant a great deal to him. And because of today's incident, he meant a great deal to her.

"You said in your asylum report that you came here fleeing a cataclysm," Bryce said. "You also said that this group was responsible for that cataclysm. I ask you, not as the chief of police, but as your friend - what happened?"

Tyler sighed, looking at the fan in the ceiling.

"It was a long time ago," he explained. "My power manifested when I was 30. No idea why it took so long to manifest; there were signs it was there long before then, but the first real indication to others that I was more than human came when I went in for blood work. Just routine lab work so I could get my prescriptions filled. When they drew my blood, it was... green. No one knew why. Wasn't more than a month before those bastards showed up on my doorstep, offering me a job. I didn't trust them. Something behind their eyes just rubbed me the wrong way. They tried again a few months later, and I still refused. Then came the accusations of treachery and treason." Tyler scoffed. "They couldn't convince me to work with them, so they tried to force me. Said the accusations would stop if I agreed. I still refused. Then, they destroyed my home. I wasn't there at the time, but my little brother was. He didn't make it out of the blast. I was accused of that crime, even though I had an alibi. Never mind that I lacked the means and the knowledge to make such a device at the time. So I ran... had to. To protect everyone I cared about. I could only tell these bastards no so many times before they decided I was a threat. They tried again and again to kill me. Just because I refused to work with them. In my time on the run, I heard and learned and saw all of their immoral operations and activities. I started waging a war against them. I knew it was a war I wasn't gonna win - but come hell or high water, I was gonna do some damage before I ended up six feet under. Eventually, I lost track of them. They dropped off the grid. But then, just as I thought I could surface and go back to my old life... boom. The bastards hacked into every nuclear missile silo in the world, and launched every nuke on the planet. Nowhere was safe from them. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear hell. Outside of those assholes, I was the only one who survived. My other brother was in Memphis with my mother and my niece; my cousin and my aunt and uncle were in Washington, D.C, when it was hit; my best friend were in Los Angeles when it got hit. My other friends didn't survive the nuclear fallout that followed. But those bastards surfaced again, trying to build a new world on the ashes of the old one. And for the next four hundred years... I hunted those bastards. Determined to make them pay. Eventually, as it had been before the cataclysm, I lost track of them. It wasn't until I came upon their portal, and the facility bearing their sigil, that I learned the truth."

"So you're... you're 400 years old!" Remy said, completely taken aback.

"And that's the other reason you came here, I gather," Bryce said. "A vendetta. To make them pay for the home and life they took from you."

"A war you were fighting," Anna concluded, "Against an enemy that destroyed everything."

"War. Vendetta. There are many names for what I've been doing. But all of it - everything I went through since coming here..." Tyler turned his head to look at Anna. "... was to protect those I care about. Sometimes, you have to kill to survive, and protect those you care about."

"You take lives to save lives," Anna said softly. She paused. "I understand. But I also believe that we met for a reason, Tyler; you're supposed to grow old - or in our case, live eternal - with someone, not because of them. You risked your life, nearly died, to save me, and that's something I'll never forget. At the same time, however, I couldn't live with myself if something were to happen to you. In the short few months we've known each other, I've grown to care about you. I don't want to lose you. That's why I've volunteered to look after you while you recover."

"Listen to Anna," Shea urged Tyler. "She deeply cares about you. We all do. Like it or not, for better or worse, you're one of us, now."

"Dragon blood... dragon eyes... dragon power. It all points to that," Anna told Tyler. "You. And us. You were right - the Force wanted us to meet. And I'm beginning to see why. I never claimed to be a believer in the things you speak of - they defied logical explanation. But after seeing you willing to sacrifice yourself for me... surviving a bomb and a gunshot, either of which should have killed you, after seeing you fight, covered in bleeding wounds... I'm beginning to feel that what you speak may be true, after all." She leaned closer to Tyler. "But for now... for my sake... take it easy. I don't want you to hurt yourself. I want to see you well again."

"I agree - the media is all over your story. They're already calling you the Dragonborn," Remy said as he was looking at his phone. Tyler just chuckled.

"Ironic that my world had a video game character of the same name," he said.

"Doesn't matter," Maverick said, looking at what Remy saw. "People are calling you a hero. For better or worse, you're one of us, now."

"One thing remains unanswered," Bryce said. "This group you've been hunting, who you followed here to escape the cataclysm - who are they?"

"As I said, they're a conspiracy group that originated from another, the Illuminati. I had heard of both, but this group, unlike the Illuminati, had a trained army to protect them and pursue their goals."

"That's why we saw some of our own with that logo on them," Bryce remarked. "They're recruiting our people!"

"And that sigil - I had seen it long before I had trouble with them... the red X-I-I. Where I'm from, that's a Roman symbol for the number twelve. And that's what this outfit called themselves... Majestic Twelve," Tyler explained. "Through the years, their goals remained the same - world domination, whether it be our world... or yours, it seems. They must be stopped."

"Agreed," Bryce said, "But you're in no condition to be fighting them. At the same time, however, you no longer have to fight them alone."

Tyler frowned slightly. "You realize what you imply," he responded.

"I know. But these bastards have attacked us just as they did you; we have as much to lose in this as you do," Bryce affirmed.

"No special conditions?" Tyler queried.

Bryce shook his head. "None. I know you won't be able to be at your best if I limit you like that. Even the council will understand that; Majestic Twelve threatens our world, and you're our best hope of stopping them. You said it, yourself: First Rule of Engagement - Know Your Enemy. You know Majestic Twelve better than anyone here."

Tyler nodded, then returned his head to rest looking at the ceiling. "Keep me appraised on whatever you find on MJ12, please. They're my enemy as much as yours, and even in this condition, I can advise you on how to proceed."

"Agreed," Bryce said. "For now, I have to return to the station." He looked to Anna. "Don't let him hurt himself."

Anna looked to Tyler with a smile. "Trust me, I'll be staying at his side. No matter what." Bryce smiled.

"I can see what your parents mean when they say you're devoted. Keep each other close - he'll need you as much as you need him." With that, Bryce walked out of the room, then the apartment, heading for the Police station. The others filed out of the room, leaving Anna alone with Tyler. She had a smile that she didn't have before.

"You realize you'll need a place to sleep, right?" Tyler asked.

"Oh... I know," Anna said slyly, walking over to the opposite side of the bed and grabbing the covers. She still thought she was out of her mind...