The week that followed was a peaceful one. I finally finished painting my room, with Dylan's help (Dylan needed a lot of help with his trees… They didn't look a lot like trees…). I taught him how to fight and more on flying until he could hold his own in a fight.

I finished reading Jurassic Park and a bunch of The Lost World. I read some to Dylan, and it turns out he could read, albeit not very quickly. And Fransisca the young deer with a broken leg went back to the wild. How, when she didn't having the epic fast healing powers of a mutant?

Well, I actually learned something in my book. I put it to use with her. Fransisca had hardly lost her fawn spots, and so had a bunch more growing to do. What I had done was create a cast that was strong vertically, so Fransisca could run and jump while keeping the fracture safe, but weak horizontally. This meant that by the time she grew too big for it, the cast will break. By the time that happened, her leg would be better. Heck, the cast was even made of decomposable materials!

At the moment, Dylan and I were relaxing. It was almost lunchtime, so Dylan got up to forage for food. I continued reading. I stopped when I heard Dylan's voice. It said, "Uh-oh."

This did not sound good. Putting down my book, I hauled myself out of my chair and went to the kitchen, which was still a mess seeing as we had attempted once to clean it before judging it an impossible task.

Dylan was standing next to an open pantry where we had moved the non-destroyed food to for easy access. I looked inside. It was empty. I turned to the refrigerator. "It's also empty," Dylan commented. I ignored this and opened the fridge. Again, empty.

I twisted around to face Dylan again. "Well," I started cheerfully, "I guess we have to go get some more food!"

"…Do we even have money?"

I grinned, and dashed upstairs. Although he was confused, Dylan followed. I ran to my room and flung open a drawer to reveal money. Cash.

Dylan whistled in awe as he looked in the drawer. "Where'd you get that?"

"Jeb gave it to me. He said he didn't think there was enough food in the cabinet, so he gave me this just in case."

Dylan glanced down at the money again. "So we're going out shopping for food?"

"Yup. Out."

"Why?"

"Well, I have to change so my tail, ears, and wings don't show. Out," I repeated, more firmly this time. Dylan shot me a look and scurried out.

I closed the door after him, and changed into a black skort, a cream t-shirt, and a cheap black faux leather jacket Dr. Martinez bought. I pulled my tail up so it'd wind around my legs instead of staying off the ground. It was uncomfortable, but it worked.

My wings were easily hidden, simply folded under my shirt. My ears… I folded them back, tied a bandanna around my head so only a few spikes of hair were showing, and brushed some on the sides that would normally cover up a human's ears.

Satisfied that I looked like a normal human, I got a wallet and placed as lot of money in it. Finished, I pranced downstairs to find Dylan waiting for me.

I landed neatly in front of him and asked, "Do I look like a human?"

He looked me up and down before proclaiming, "Yep."

I clapped my hands together and opened the back door, "Then let's go!"

We flew quickly. Before long we spotted the closest town, and touched down close to it. I folded my wings again, putting on the black jacket over them. I had carried the jacket in my arms, seeing as it didn't have any slits for my wings.

We walked to town then, and headed to the nearest grocery store. As we entered it, I said to Dylan, "Okay, spilt up, find some food, and we'll meet back at the register in fifteen minutes, got it?"

"Yep."

About five minutes later, I had a basket semi-filled with various items. I was looking at some Poptarts, trying to decide whether to get them or not, when I felt like I was being watched. Suspiciously I turned around and saw a girl holding a can of ravioli staring at me.

I made sure neither my tail, ears nor wings weren't showing. They weren't. I turned back to her, and noted her appearance. She was about my age, maybe a little older, and a bit taller than me. Her hair went just past her shoulders and was a golden-blond. Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and blue. Her clothes were normal, except for a black jacket which she had tied around her shoulders instead of her waist like normal.

She looked in all respects normal. I didn't get why she bugged me so much. She shook her head and walked over to me.

"Hi," she said cheerfully.

"Hello," I replied warily.

She laughed slightly before looking at me again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I just thought I'd seen you before."

I cocked my head to the side. "Where?"

She waved her hand carelessly. "I forgot the name, but you were in a store with some stuff like… Birthday presents I guess? The stuff didn't have any relation to one another."

"It was a birthday present," I said, "A bunch, for my adopted siblings."

"Wow. You must have a lot of adopted siblings."

"Yup, I do."

The blond girl looked at her watch before looking up at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'd love to stay and chat, you seem like a nice person, but I have to go. Sorry for staring again."

I waved her away. "It's alright."

Giving me half a smile, the girl turned and walked away. Dylan, who was headed towards the cash register at the time, spotted me and asked, "Who was that?"

I frowned, realizing the girl hadn't given me her name. "I have honestly no idea. She didn't tell me who she was."

Dylan frowned. He apparently didn't think much about it, because he pointed to the Poptarts and asked, "Are you gonna buy those?"

I plucked them off the shelf. "Yeah, I guess so."

Yes, I know it's short. But pay attention. The plot will move along, and this was kinda necessary to fill in some plotholes. Anyway, reviews would be appreciated!