I own nothing.
Marie sat up. Chains held her small wrist. The room was dark. Flashes of lightening lit it every few seconds reveling a small desk covered in technology that looked like it hadn't worked in years. She tried to use her powers on the locks with no avail. Whatever the cuffs were made of, it was echo resistant. She wasn't getting out of there with her ghost powers. She tried a trick her dad had taught her about the ghost zone. "In the ghost zone, we are the ghost." She turned back to Marie and tried to simply phase through the cuffs. They were also from the human world. If they were not attached to the floor, she would have just lifted them through the wall with her. She needed to get out of here, but where was here?
Lyla was in a fully equipped nursery. The changing table, rocking chair, and feeding system were all hooked up to metal arms coming from the wall. It was too inhuman for a baby. Technious had thought about survival and lessening his own work. He knew nothing about raising a child. He knew nothing about love. Lyla simpler laid there not quiet understanding the circumstances, but knowing that the people she loved were gone. She cried.
Marie's head perked up at the sound of your sister crying. She turned back into ocean. A figure moved in the room, and it was dark. She opened her eyes to see Seth and her loved ones in her living room. This wasn't right.
Technious paid nocturne for his services and his door was closed.
The booomerang found Technious's door. It stopped and sent out a signal to the Spector Speeder. Sam gladly got behind the wheel headed for Technious. You never mess with a mother's little girl.