I didn't know what to do. The pregnancy was just one more thing I could add to my list of abnormalities: a dead mother, a drug-addicted father, a secret power, and a child out of wedlock. Bloody hell! I did the only thing I could think of. I wrote to Fee and Ann. Felicity wrote back insisting that she was coming to New York, and that she sent Ann money to pay for her to come as well.

The day came when Felicity was to arrive. I went down to the docks and a massive luxury liner came in. People started to make their way off their boat carrying their luggage and what not. I look up to the top of the ramp where the flow of people walking down has decreased, and I see her, Felicity Mildred Worthington. She is radiant.

She spots me and shouts, "Bonjour mon cheri!" She's still the same old Fee, always looking for a way to show off her French. I notice that she is not wearing a dress, but rather she is sporting a pair of trousers. Fee then starts running down the ramp and right into me. Coming down right behind her is a young woman, probably about our age, with light brown hair. As she comes closer I can more clearly make out her face, she has dark, cat-like eyes, and plump lips. The woman reaches us and stands behind Felicity.

"Gemma, darling, how are you? You look tres magnafique!" Fee exclaims as she looks me over and then hugs me.

"Merci Beaucoup!" I say, butchering my French as usual. "I'm well, alright, I guess, given the circumstances."

"Yes, well I will reprimand you for being naughty later. Right now introductions are to be made." She turns to the woman standing behind her.

"Gemma, this is Jeanne," She gestures toward her and then whispers to me, "my 'friend'".

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle Gemma." Jeanne states.

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A couple hours later I go to pick up Ann from her journey. I plan on bringing her back to Felicity and Jeanne's hotel room.

Ann walks down the ramp with her head held high, she's changes I can see it in her expression, not only has she grown in her confidence, but physically as well. Where she was plump has turned into curves, and her usually watery eyes and runny nose, seemed to have dried.

"Gemma." She says affectionately when she reaches me.

Oh, dear Ann, how are you? You look wonderful."

"And I feel it. What about you?" She asks. "How's your well your issue?" She asks this time in a hushed tone.

"I suppose, it's alright, but I don't really know what to do at this point."

"Well, that's why I'm here, isn't it?"

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Ann and I make our way to Fee's hotel room, and once we get there we all agree that we should wait until tomorrow to take care of "business"