"I'm home!" Cassandra called out, hoping beyond all hope that everyone was still fine, "you guys survive?"

A slight cheer and some whooping arose from the kitchen and Cass followed the sound.

"I finally got Journey to take her medicine!" Varian exclaimed happily as soon as Cass entered the room, "just... Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Cassandra laughed before realizing that her other children were gone. "Where are the others?"

"I put Jax down for a nap," Varian explained, "Trystan's watching him."

Cass went pale- well, more pale than she had been before- and managed, "you're trusting our toddler- who can't even get around on her own right now, thanks to that bum leg- to watch our baby boy?!"

Nothing else could be said or done before Cass bolted down the hall to the nursery. There Jax was, snug in his crib, deep in sleep. And there Trystan was in the chair next to the crib, doodling.

Cass sighed in relief as Varian entered the room behind her.

"And, and, don't worry, Cassie. They've been fed and everything!"

Cass sat down on the floor next to Trystan, smiling. "Good. That's good..."

But her mind could never stray from all of the information the machine had told her. She had all that it said about her printed out, as well as the Census Record for the person whose handwriting matched the mysterious note's.

"So... Was your day- erm, successful, Cassie?"

She nodded silently, fingering the papers in her pocket. The note. Her Record. The other Record...

They would both get so much more information than they were currently riding off of. Trystan would never talk about it. She never spoke a peep about the time she was kidnapped.

"So?"

"Trystan, we're... We're going into our room for a little while, okay?" Cass asked, "can- can you handle that?"

Varian looked at her incredulously. Cass didn't necessarily trust her kids to be alone anymore. As long as one of the two was near the kids at all times, everything would be fine. But this... This had to be important.

Trystan just nodded, still focused on her doodling.

Varian and Cassandra made their way across the hall into their bedroom, where they had a monitor of sorts set up to show them the other room. Cass turned off the noise on the monitor so that she and Varian could talk without distraction. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the three papers.

"So... The Census Archives building... It's got a lot of updated technology," she began, "I... I was just able to scan the weird note and it identified the handwriting... It even let me print out the Census Record for the person who might be behind it."

It was hard for her to explain this. Varian was the one who knew technology, not her. She was the practical one! But she tried anyways.

After she finished "explaining" to him, she slid him the suspect's Record. But he was mesmerized by something else.

"What's that, then?" he asked quietly, motioning to the extra paper, "I mean, if it's not the note or a part of the Record..."

She sighed a little bit, holding her Record close to her. "Umm... You see, as soon as I got there, it started... It started rattling off facts about me. Almost as if it were reading off of a Record."

Varian raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. "But... You're only supposed to be on your father's. Or, well, mine now."

"Which is why I was fascinated, you know?" she exclaimed, causing Varian to chuckle a little, "it... It even mentioned my birth parents. So... I had to print off the information. For the heck of it, you know?"

Varian pried the paper from her hand, unfolding it. He quickly scanned it, nodding and making the occasional "mm-hmm" sound. And then his eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. Cass knew exactly where he was at: the part that had confused her, too.

"It all seems pretty legit, Cassie, except..." he consulted the paper again, "but... No, this can't be right."

He looked up at her, eyes searching hers for an answer.

"I- I don't know, Varian," she finally whispered, "it confused me, too..."

"I'm not necessarily confused, Cassie," he said, managing to sound extremely hurried in saying it while still speaking softly, "so much as... Intrigued by this device. Fascinated. Curious about it and what it said... And, again, if it's right..."

Cass just nodded as they both finished the sentence mentally: if it's right, then she's pregnant... Yet again.