Idrill awoke with a start. She was laying in a large bed in a dark room; with sunlight filtering in through the shades on the window. She looked around. There was a soft girl with brown hair sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor next to her. A boy with all angles and spiked golden hair had fallen asleep in a chair next to her, holding her hand. He looked tired. Idrill pulled her hand out from under the blanket, unable to contain herself. She stopped halfway to his face; her hand was covered in bandages. She leapt out of the bed onto the floor next to the boy who looked so familiar. She looked down at herself and her brow furrowed. Where had her clothes gone? And her jewels? She was wearing some incredibly baggy pants and what looked like an incredibly large tee shirt. Her clothes were causing her to sweat, so she peeled them off her body and had to muffle a gasp. She was covered in bandages, wrapped all the way up both of her legs and down her sides; she was swathed in white linen fibers.
Idrill was busy staring at herself when the curious boy started waking. She whipped her head around, causing her hair to fall like a curtain behind her. Michael swore he was still dreaming. In his dream, it had been nothing but this incredible, mysterious green girl. He was certain it was just a dream; but here she was, standing in front of him. She lightly padded over to him, her feet making the softest sounds against Liz's carpet. Her hand brushed his cheek, sending jolts of electricity right through his veins. She held on to his cheek for a minute, and he watched as her eyes changed from pupil-less to normal humans eyes, though still that same bright grass green. She changed as well. She became shorter, her hair shrank up to frame her face and the greenish cast her skin had disappeared. All in all, she looked thoroughly human. A terrified and angry look crossed her face and she snatched her hand away and darted to the window, pausing only long enough to break the locks before jumping out and landing softly on the ground below. Michael raced to the window and watched as she looked up at him, motioned her head and ran away, faster then anyone could possibly run.
Michael looked over at Liz, wondering whether or not to wake her up. Knowing her, if she woke up and neither he nor he girl were there, she would call Max. She was always running to Max. And Max couldn't know. Not yet. He gently shook her awake. "Liz? Liz?'' he whispered. "I'm going out. She ran away and I think I know where to find her. Okay?" Liz just nodded and rolled over. Michael rolled his eyes. He hated that he had to come to her, but he knew that if he took her anywhere else, that person would immediately start asking questions, And he couldn't have that happen.
He crouched on the ground, looking at the tiny indents in the ground from the balls of her feet as she ran. He had lied to Liz. He had no idea where she was going. For all he knew, her nod was just a twitch or something. Michael. He whipped his head around, looking for whoever said that. Michael. It was inside his head. He knew where to go. Michael.