Jordan leaned painfully against the wall of a building, exhausted. His power to glimmer came in handy, but he never had the time to fully control it. Using it required much of his energy, and in his weakened state it proved to be quite draining. He had spent the past half-hour just resting on the sidewalk. With his hand over his wound, people just passed him by, not bothering to pay any attention to him, but the constant pain he was in kept him vigilant.

When he finally felt that he could move around again, Jordan stood to his feet and examined his surroundings. He couldn't believe his luck; fate had somehow worked with him and led him to the place he had been looking for: Georgia Institute of Technology. Finally, he thought to himself, something good. Now he had to try and find Professor Benjamin Keating, but with the overwhelming size of the campus and the fact that he had no idea where to start, the task seemed daunting.

He looked at his watch; it was half past five. The sun was almost out of sight and darkness was quickly approaching. Whether or not any professors still walked around the campus at that time was something he took to chance. Thinking about Benjamin Keating turned his despair into anger. He vowed to scour the entire campus if he had to, to find this one man who held the answer to everything.

Matthew clicked the "print" button and soon had a copy of every single MENSA member living in Atlanta, including the potential candidates. It was a relatively small list, considering the number of the requirements to join the elite group.

"It's a start," Matthew said to James. "We should get going before it's too late. Tutoring, you know."

No sooner than Matthew finished his sentence, he suddenly became sucked into a premonition. He inhaled sharply as the black and white images flooded his mind. He closed his eyes and embraced the vision, knowing that he could not resist it at any rate. A blond teenager, the same one who appeared in their house earlier that afternoon, is hurriedly going from door to door in a hall. He finds the room he is looking for and tries the door. It is locked. He checks his surroundings and, after making sure that no one else is around, throws his fists forward in a punching motion. Matthew opened his eyes and looked carefully at the list.

"Premonition?" James asked.

"Yeah," Matthew said, scanning the paper. "Our friend was walking down some hall and used his powers to knock a door down. This list must've triggered it. The only problem is there are far too many names on here to narrow it down."

"So he's got powers," James said, smiling. "I like a good challenge."

"No time to get macho," Matthew said. "Let's get out of here."

With it almost being dark outside, James and Matthew had no trouble crossing the glass front doors and avoiding the two police officers, who were still there. Matthew phased them through the back wall and they made the walk back to James' truck. Just as they got into the truck, James' cell phone rang.

"Hey," James greeted.

"Guess who I just saw?" Wesley asked from the other side of the phone.

"Who?" James asked.

"The guy," Wesley answered.

"What guy?" James asked.

"The guy from the house," Wesley clarified. "You know, the one who dropped in on us and then disappeared."

"Where is he?" James asked.

"I don't know," Wesley said. "He got away from me. But I know he's not a demon."

"How do you know that?" James asked.

"I saw him glimmer away," Wesley said. "I think."

"He glimmered?" James asked. "That's weird. Matt just had a premonition of him using powers. From what he saw, this guy packs a punch."

"A person who has powers like that and glimmers?" Wesley asked. "Something's not adding up."

"Well we'll meet you at the house," James said. "We'll fill you in."

"You're…you're kidding me!" Sam cried, her eyes as wide as they could be. "This is all very unbelievable!"

"Samantha," Alpha assured her, "we are all quite surprised at the news."

"So," Sam began, "what happens now?"

"We have never experienced anything like this," Theta said. "We are split in our decision."

"How so?" Sam asked.

"Some of us wish to adhere to the rules," Gamma said, "reassign you to a different witch, and prevent you from ever seeing the Complete again."

"There are others," Eta protested, "who wish to allow intervention at this stage. Because he is from the future, and considering his parentage, we can assume that his intentions are not evil in nature, and therefore his need must be dire."

"Yet," Alpha said, "preventing him from ever being born will eliminate the threat altogether."

"Forgive me for being out of line," Sam cut in passionately, "but this is my son you're talking about. If he is here from the future, he is here for a reason. You have to give me a chance to make things right!"

Sam had been with the Superiors for what seemed like forever. They told her everything that they knew about this mysterious boy from the future, including the most shocking piece of information: he was the son of Sam and James. Upon hearing that, Sam nearly fainted on the spot, but managed to restrained herself. Now, her emotion changed gradually to frustration as the Superiors argued amongst themselves about the next step of action.

Of the nine Superiors, five voted to stay with the rules and prohibit seeing James ever again, knowing that that would certainly keep this event from ever happening in the first place. On the other hand, the remaining four believed it better to see the situation through, as a chance for everyone to learn and perhaps benefit from it. They argued that this young man brought with him valuable information from the future, information that not even they were able to obtain. It was worth taking action, they thought, to find out what they could from him.

"We must discuss this matter amongst ourselves further," Beta said. "You shall wait here for our decision."

Sam watched them, her mouth wide open, as they glimmered out of view in brilliant golden orbs of light. They had just changed her life, and wanted her to wait while they decided her fate. Aside from that, she could not help but feel a sense of amazement; if what they were saying was true, she had just found her soulmate. She knew that James was special, and knew that although they had been dating for a short time, there was definitely a chance for something deeper.

She never admitted it, but she practically swooned whenever she was in James' arms. Something about him made her feel more at east. With that feeling, though, came a sense of worry. She hated keeping her true identity from him, but she knew her priorities. In addition to hiding her true self from James, she had to keep her relationship with him a secret as well. It had not been easy hiding the fact from the Superiors, and now they knew everything. Consequently, her strained efforts to keep so many things from so many people caused her to spread herself thin in all areas. She was not able to help James and his brother very much without exposing her secret. She was also not able to date James as much as she wanted without giving herself away to the Superiors.

But now, she thought, she was not going to sit there and let her future be dictated by rules that she never really cared for, nor was she going to go on keeping secrets any longer. She knew that leaving would put her in a lot of trouble, but this time she had to follow her heart and do what she believed to be right. She hung her head low and glimmered out of the room, hoping for the best.