15 minutes seemed to stretch along for an eternity as Kyle waited for the others to come back.
Finally he saw Michael, almost at a run come towards the van.

"Hey I found a place just up the road, we should. Holy Shit Kyle!"

"Hey keep it down."

"You're crackling like tin foil in a microwave!"

"I know! Keep it down. It happened earlier, I just didn't get a chance to say anything yet."

As Liz and Max made their way to the van they could hear Michael freaking out. Both Liz and Max looked at each other and thought the same thing.

"Michael!" hissed Liz.

"Kyle, he's….he's go powers," blubbered Michael.

"We know," said Liz and Max, both in a hushed whisper.

"You do?" asked Michael and Kyle at the same time.

"Let's talk about this, but not here. Michael did you find a place for us to stay?" ordered Max

"Yeah, a place up the road just a little. The Honey Bear Lodge."

"Good let's get going then. We still need to get Izzy into a bed," inserted Liz, apparently reading her husbands mind.

The group made the five minuet trip to the lodge in silence and filed out of the van, Kyle carrying Isabel and Michael leading the way, and practically into one of the rooms. Once in, everyone let out a collective sigh.

"Kyle bring Izzy into the bathroom. We need to get her into a cold tub and bring down her fever," directed Liz, already in the bathroom and drawing a cold bath. She barely had time to register her surrounds before Isabel was being lowered into the bath tub.

Within seconds the cold water roused her from her sleep. Isabel couldn't remember what was happing and was only aware of the hands holding her down in the tub.

"Get your fucking hands off of me! Max! Max!"

"Isabel I'm here, look at me Isabel it's Max. You're okay. Shhh," pleaded Max in an effort to quiet her down.

It took Izzy a minuet to take in her surrounds and realize she was safe and with the group, not the secret unit. As soon as it sunk in she started to cry and latched on to the nearest person, who happened to be Liz, for comfort.



Liz looked up at Max, hoping that he would know what to do or say to calm her down. Isabel's show of emotion was out of character for her and made Liz somewhat uncomfortable. Max stared back at her with no suggestions so she continued to hold Isabel and slightly rocked her back and forth. It took almost 10 minuets for Isabel to relax enough for Liz to pull away.

"Isabel, do you remember what happened?" questioned Liz as Max helped her stand up.

"I do, but it's a little fuzzy."

Suddenly she turned her head towards Kyle who was standing at the doorway, almost completely out of the bathroom. Realization played upon her face.

"Kyle. You got there first. You're the one who formed the shield."

"Yeah. Guess I'm guilty of that one."

Michael stood there with his jaw almost hitting the floor. He couldn't believe that Kyle was capable of that kind of power. To be frank he didn't think he was going to develop any powers. Liz's had practically disappeared and know one else Max had ever healed seemed to have developed any powers.

"How long have you been, I don't know, cackling?" hesitated Michael

"It would seem today would be the first I've ever noticed. You know, I'm pretty freaked right now, so I'm going to go sit in front of the television for awhile and calm down. I think I'm about to have a panic attack."

Just as Kyle uttered the words, electricity seemed to leap from his fingers.

"God it's happening again!"

"Kyle you need to focus on your breathing and calm down," ordered Isabel already out of the bath tub and walking towards Kyle. "Look at me Kyle; you need to control your breathing."

Kyle looked at Isabel and concentrated on her voice. He could feel himself begin to relax. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. The sparks began to fade and subsided all together after a minuet.

"Max, I think it's caused by stress and strong emotions. Whenever I happened to crackle was when I was really upset," commented Liz.

"What happened today probably offset the whole thing," Michael added.

Everyone looked at each other for a couple of minuets before returning their attention to Isabel, who while looked better than before, still looked awful.

"Isabel, lets get you into some comfortable clothes and into bed," directed Liz, as she pulled her out of the bathroom and up the stairs to the loft.