Exactly one week later, Sandra and Gary were on their way to Dr. Rosen's office. On the phone he said he didn't have an official practice, but he worked at an office. Doing what, he would not say. Sandra walked tentatively through the hall, Gary at her heels. His hands never stopped moving. They passed a conference room with three people in it, but Sandra had a feeling none of them were doctors. There were two girls and one guy, and it seemed like they were bickering over something. They looked up as Sandra and Gary walked past.

"What do you think?" asked Bill, looking out at Gary. "Mental patient or alpha?"

"Bill stop," said Rachel. "That's not nice."

"He seems so young," Nina commented. They watched as Gary's hands moved in front of his head and he looked off into the distance at something.

Bill chuckled. "Definitely mental patient."

Dr. Rosen walked out of his office and almost right into Sandra and Gary. "I'm terribly sorry," he said politely. "My name is Dr. Rosen. You must be Sandra and Gary."

"Yes," Sandra said. "Thank you so much for seeing us. Really, it means a lot."

Rosen nodded. "I understand; Dr. Richmond has told me everything you've been through. I'll just be glad if I can help. Hello, Gary."

Gary muttered something to himself. Sandra nudged him and told him to say hi. "Hi," he said abruptly.

Dr. Rosen invited them into his office to sit. He asked Sandra a few questions about herself and then about Gary, like how long has he been doing this and when did it get worse.

"It got worse a few years ago," she said. "I've been trying so hard to get a doctor to see him, but because of the autism they won't hear me out." She laughed and shook her head. "You don't understand how many rejections I've been through in the past five years."

Rosen nodded. "I know that can be frustrating. I'm just glad you've never given up. I think I can help Gary."

With that, Sandra gasped. She did not think he would say that, especially not in the first ten minutes! A huge wave of relief hit her and she felt like crying, but Gary needed her right now. She swallowed and said, "Wow. Thank you. So much."

Dr. Rosen watched Gary as his hands danced. He addressed Sandra as he said, "Gary seems to have a fascination with his hands, which is very common with autism." He rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a wrist band. "Here, Gary." Not used to being offered presents, Gary took it and put it on his wrist.

"Every time you feel nervous or sad or angry or stressed, I want you to pull on that," instructed Dr. Rosen. Gary nodded. He started fidgeting with his new gift.

"That should help somewhat," Rosen said to Sandra. "Now, I want to hear more about the past few years."

She took a deep breath and started. "Ever since he was a kid he would do this thing with his hands," she did her best demonstration, "and I never really thought anything of it until recently. When he is in a crowd or group of people he does it more. He gets headaches really badly. Some days it's so bad that he goes around the house and turns off all of the lights, TVs, computers; once he even unplugged the microwave."

Dr. Rosen nodded to her to continue. "He says he can see things that I can't. He says… this is going to sound crazy, but he says he can see phones and computers."

"And TVs," Gary added without looking away from his wristband.

"That's very interesting," said Dr. Rosen. "So from what you've said, I can gather that Gary is very sensitive to anything and everything electric. That's very interesting," he repeated. Just then his computer dinged.

"You have an email," Gary said. Rosen nodded. "Who is Agent Wilson? He says it's urgent. You should read it."

Rosen's eyes grew wide, and so did Sandra's. Never before now had Gary felt the need to prove himself. Rosen clicked his mouse and sure enough, Wilson had emailed him about an alpha his team had recently caught.

"I'm going to try something," Rosen said. He typed something on his phone. "What did I just write, Gary?"

"Testing 1, 2, 3. Why did you write that?"

"One more thing, Gary," he said. He walked out of the office and into the conference room. He turned on the television. Rachel, Bill, and Nina all gave him a curious look. Rosen walked back. Before he could ask anything, Gary started snapping his wrist band.

"Ouch," he complained. "It's really fuzzy. Turn it off. My head hurts."

"That's because I put it on a channel that our satellite doesn't receive," Dr. Rosen said.

"Dr. Rosen, what does this mean?" pleaded Sandra.

"It means that Gary has a gift. On the phone you were wondering what I truly do for a living. I work with an extraordinary group of people called Alphas. These people have unique aspects that no one else has. Your son is an Alpha. He has the ability to read electromagnetic waves. That is why he is oversensitive to lights and electronics."

Sandra was slow to comprehend. "Wait, so- so Gary isn't autistic?"

"With every Alpha comes a downside. Gary, for example, has a highly developed portion of his brain." He turned to Gary to give a simpler explanation. "A part of your brain grew bigger than most people's, so you can now see electromagnetic wavelengths. I'm not claiming to be completely sure about this due to the fact that I don't have any brain scans for reference, but it seems that the area around the enlarged brain space also grew a little bigger." Back to Sandra. "That would explain his autism, and why he is highly functioning- that part of the brain is only slightly larger than normal."

"Wow. This is a lot to comprehend," confessed Sandra. "So, now what?"

"I would still like to give him weekly sessions as we had planned on the phone. But now, I would like to ask you two a question," Dr. Rosen stated.

Sandra nodded. "Anything."

"Gary, how would you like a job?"