It was a long time until Jade woke up. Even when Hellboy came to tell her breakfast was ready, she would not wake up. It was still dark when she sat up and stretched. It was then she noticed that there were no windows. She must be underground. There were six red eyes in the corner and she almost screamed.

"Don't," Baskerville's voice said. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. You remember much from last night?"

"I remember everything," she said, yawning.

"You missed breakfast. And lunch. Red Monkey's worried. I told him human drugs in a non-human, magical being wasn't a good thing."

"If I turn this light on will you…like…get hurt?"
"Yep. Gonna die. Horrible death," she turned the light on. Baskerville was taller than she remembered. "See?" he shielded his eyes—all six of them—for a moment. "There goes one life."

"Bullshit," she yawned. "Is there food left?"
"Really big kitchen down the hall."

"Good, my blood sugar's shot."

"Diabetic?" she got up and started walking to her door.

"Hypoglycemic," she stopped. "Um….which—" Baskerville grabbed her by the waist and they melted through the shadows, coming through a wall in the kitchen. "Uh, thanks." A cook jumped a little as they appeared. He asked if Jade would like anything. "I'll just look, thanks," Jade said sheepishly, and made a small sandwich with peanut butter.

"Oh, that's not enough to fill a bird!" the cook exclaimed, gathering a few essentials. "You haven't eaten all day. Tell me what you'd like," Jade looked around for Baskerville, but he seemed to have vanished.

"Well, I'd like some fish," Jade smiled.

After she ate, Jade saw no problem with snooping around. A lot of the areas were restricted and needed retina scans to access. She was getting frustrated with going down long, never ending corridors until she came across a door that actually opened!

Golden light poured from the door as she pushed it open. Inside was the biggest library she ever saw. Two stories, warm, with reading nooks everywhere, and a big tank lining one wall. She paid no attention to the tank and started looking through books. It wasn't long before she lost herself in a world of printed paper and ran right into someone. All apology he muttered was lost in her stare. He was tall and blue and she just ate, but he smelled like—

"Fishy!"

"Oh no, a cat!" he stepped back as Jade got up. "When did Red pick you up?"

"Yesterday," she answered.

"If you promise not to eat me, I promise we can be civil, deal?" he held out his hand. She took it and they shook.

"Sure. It's been a while since I've had to hunt live prey anyway," she joked.

"Were you looking for anything in particular?"

"Not really, I just like books. Nice to know that they're almost everywhere."

Abe found her hours later in a chair near the fireplace, which he didn't remember having a fire in it earlier, asleep with a copy of The Neverending Story by Michael Ende. He put the book back and got her a blanket.

Onyx looked much like his sister; they were twins, after all. Where Jade has eyes like the dusky blue after a sunset, Onyx's were the perfect green of a jungle predator. He braided his long black hair as he paced. Jade had done this before, just ran off when things happened that she couldn't control. She was normally fine, honestly she could take care of herself better than anyone thought she could. She'd stayed away for a lot longer before, but never this long without calling. He wasn't worried or anything, queens worried. It was just unlike her.

No other cat expected anything else of her. A cat whose eyes never change to their appropriate green can't have the maturity that a full grown cat holds in such high esteem. She probably ran off to cry for their departed mother somewhere and would be back after it had all blown over. No major transgression given her eyes.

When the funeral passed and he started coming around, Onyx passed worry by completely and went straight to fear. Something was wrong with his sister. Not that he let anyone else know. But he could see. A father always knows. He assured Onyx they would find her. She was going to be just fine when they did.

There was no doubt he was their father. Jade had his eyes. That was the kicker. Her eyes did not change color because they were not supposed to. They were the eyes of a Falleen.