Tripp stood stunned at the scene that had just unfolded in front of him. It was just like the scenes out of the comics that he used to read with his dad. He had watched amazed as The Cape had spun around quickly and taking out the bad guy. But, normally the good guy triumphed over the bad guy and walked away, not remaining motionless.

Tripp hesitantly knelt down next to the fallen hero. "Mr. Cape, are you okay?"

Orwell sat at her keyboard clicking away. She reached over, grabbing her cup and taking a sip of tea. Things had been quiet the last few days. Too quiet she thought, as she took another sip of tea. She couldn't even find any activity that Chess, or Scales, or really anyone was up to at the moment. Placing the cup back on the table, she stretched and began to refocus on her work. Suddenly, she heard a loud crack over Vince's comm device.

"Vince? Vince? Are you okay? What's going on?" Orwell asked instantly alert and beginning to grow concerned at the silence on the other end.

Her hands flew over the keyboard activating the GPS in the comm. She knew Vince had gone out on his patrol, but since it had been so quiet lately she figured he had probably gone to check on his family. After only a few moments, she had his location. He was at the new construction that was being built next door to where his family stayed. So, he's where I figured he would be, kinda. So, why isn't he answering me?

"Vince? Can you hear me? Come on, answer me Vince." Okay she was getting worried.

"Hello?" an unfamiliar child's voice answered her.

"Who is this?"

"My name's Tripp Faraday."

Orwell's breath caught in her throat. Vince went to see his family and know his son had his comm. What happened to Vince? "I'm a friend of The Cape. Is he okay?"

"No." came the quiet reply. "I was over here looking around the construction site and he came over to see me and then this guy came and hit him with a wrench. Now, I can't get him to wake up. I heard you talking on this thing that fell off of him. Can you help him?"

"Yes, I'm going to help." Orwell could feel her heart pounding in her chest, but tried to keep her voice level not to frighten Tripp further. "Where is the guy that you attacked you now?"

"The Cape knocked him out." Orwell let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. She grabbed her keys racing to her car. "Tripp, I'm coming to help. I need you to do something for me. Can you help me out?"

Orwell heard a small "uh, huh" on the other end of the comm.

"I need to know how badly The Cape is hurt." She said as she put her key in the ignition. "I need you to look at his face and tell me if you see blood, how much, and where it is coming from."

Orwell shoved the car into drive as she waited for a response. "I see some blood on the side of his head. I can't really tell how much. Wait just a second."

Hold on, Vince. I'm coming. You just hold on. She thought as she sped toward the address. A sudden gasp over the comm brought her out of her thoughts. "Tripp? Is everything okay? Has the other guy woke up? What's wrong?"

"Dad?" the word escaped barely above a whisper. Orwell almost missed it. Tripp must have removed Vince's mask to check for blood better. She had been so preoccupied trying to get there before anything else had happened she had forgotten to say don't move his mask.

She heard it again, only slightly louder. "Dad?"

Orwell knew she had to get Tripp's attention fast, before he was shouting and woke up the other man. "Tripp. Tripp. I need you to listen to me. Can you hear me?" She was greeted with only silence. The kid must be in shock. She needed to get his attention, before he possibly completely shut down.

"Tripp, I'm a friend. I know that you must be really scared and confused right now. I need you to be brave and do something for me. I need to stay on the line and talk to me.

Can you do that?"

Orwell heard a very small and distant sounding "uh huh".

"Tell me about the last time you and your dad when on a trip together."

"Um, well we went to Bear Creek."

"That sounds like fun. Tell me about it." Orwell tried to have a normal sounding tone to her voice, but knew it wasn't.

Orwell breath caught in her throat a few moments later, stopping her conversation briefly as she heard a slight low moan. Oh, good he's alive.

Orwell arrived at the construction site. "Okay, Tripp I need to know where you are."

"We're on the third level. There are stairs in the back."

Orwell looked around, finally spotting the stairs. "Tripp, is the other guy still out?"

Tripp looked around. "Yes."

"Good. I'm on my way."