Vicki was having the most wonderful dream. She was getting a massage, then a pedicure and last, she was watching a movie, uinterrupted...

"MOM!!" Vicki sat straight up in bed. Reality check.

"Yeeess..." Vicki called getting out of bed and going to the twins room. Although there were almost five, they had yet to want to split up.

"Mommy," Abbie started, "Ward won't move his stupid drawing stuff."

"Honey, it's not stupid but Ward, why are you spread out like that honey? Where's your table?" Vicki asked bending down to help him pick everything up off of the floor. As Vicki tucked her bed tousled hair behind her ear, she picked up one of the drawings. It was very young girl, pretty but too made up. She look terrified. Ward never drew pictures this terrifying, Vicki was afraid that one day, this would happen. He would see things that were scarier. She had hoped it would be much later in life.

"Ward," Vicki said softly, picking him up off of the floor, sliding him into her lap and putting the picture in front on them, "what is this?"

"Oh mommy, that's a girl you need to help. She's scared." Ward seemed nonplussed by it so for now, Vicki was okay.

"But he needs to get his crap off of the floor," Abbie said, narrowing her eyes at her brother.

"Abigail, watch your mouth," Vicki knew it was the pot calling the kettle black, but she couldn't let her get away with the little stuff.

"Sorry," Abbie apologized, then stuck her tongue out at Ward, who while still sitting in his mother's lap, just smiled at how he had riled Abbie up. They both had Vicki in them, it was quite apparent.

"Abigail Victoria," Vicki said sternly, " stop it. Now, let's help Ward pick them up." Abbie rolled her eyes to which Vicki raised both eyebrows and crossed her arms. This one was going to be rough, Vicki was going to have to prepare way in advance for her teen years.

"Fine." Abbie stomped as she picked up the pictures then shoved them into Ward's hands.

"Abbie, I think you and I need some alone time," Vicki took Abbie's hand and led her to her room. Vicki told Ward to go find his father and eat breakfast.

Vicki picked Abbie up and put her on their bed. She sat beside her. Vicki looked at her little mini-me, so defiant, so stubborn. Abbie had her mouth set, those same full lips Vicki had, her arms crossed over her chest, her legs crossed and one foot swinging. Abbie was left-handed like her mother, Ward right like his father. Abbie pretended to be interested in her nails on her left hand.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?" Vicki asked.

"Nothing." Abbie crossed her arms again, turning her head away. Vicki turned her whole body toward her, forcing Abbie to look at her.

"Abbie, I can't help you if you don't talk to me." Vicki told her. Abbie's eyes started to fill with tears. She refused to cry, again her mother's genes.

"Abbie," Vicki said wiping a stray tear, "Mommy wants to help you but I can't read your mind."

"But I can read people's minds." Abbie suddenly said.

Vicki had a surprised look, tilted her head and said, "What?"

"Well, I can hear things in people's minds sometimes. You don't care though, only what Ward does is important."

Vicki sighed, "Abbie, honey, I do care and I know you can hear people's thoughts. It's a wonderful gift. You may have others show up later, who knows? Why are you suddenly upset about Ward's ability? You haven't been before now."

Abbie's turn to sigh, " I forgot, Aunt Gwen didn't tell you did she?"

"Tell me what?"

"About London." Abbie said, looking sideways at her mother. Vicki started to get up and hit a dead run to London's room, her heart was racing. What had happened to London? Why hadn't someone woken her up?

"Mommy!" Abbie said sternly, "London is fine. It's what she can do, it's really cool." Abbie put her head down, obviously upset.

"Oh." Vicki went back to the bed. She waited for Abbie to continue.

"I'm not telling you, you need to see it for yourself." Abbie hopped down from the bed and went to her sister's room, Vicki trailed behind her. What in the world could it be?

London was stirring, just on the verge of waking up. Abbie put her hand through the crib bars and patted her little sister, smiling at her. Abbie was protective of her. Vicki expected nothing less.

London popped her head up and smiled at both of them, her thumb popping out of her mouth as she smiled.

"Momma." Vicki gasped. London had not said anything that she was aware of before now.

"Is this what you're talking about?" Vicki picked London up, planted a big mommy kiss on her cheek and hugged her close.

"No, jeez mommy," Abbie almost rolled her eyes and stopped when she caught Vicki looking at her.

"This.." Abbie began clapping, London mocked her.

When she did, things in the room started moving, sparks flying from her hands. Books opened and shut, a ball rolled, her mobile started turning.

"Oh..shit.." Vicki said.

"Hey!" Abbie said. "Bad word. I can't say crap, you can't say sh.." Vicki's look stopped her.

"Sorry," Vicki stopping London from clapping, everything went back into place.

How were they going to control this? She was only nine months old. Abbie was smiling, tapping her foot, hands on hips.

"Okay," Vicki narrowed her eyes at her oldest daughter, "what's going on in that little mind of yours?"

"Well, I can talk to London, I can tell her to stop and she listens to me..so I think I should get my own room."

Well that was easy. She had been wanting to separate them for some time, Vicki thought she would milk it.

"Gee, I don't know, I mean," She pretended to think really hard about it.

"Please? I promise I'll keep it clean and everything." Abbie pleaded. Yeah, riiight. She was about as neat as Vicki.

"Okay, I'll talk to your daddy okay?" But the decision was made. Vicki and Henry were two minds Abbie could not read, good thing because she would know she had just been had.

Abbie started out of the room triumphanty, Vicki still looking at London who had laid her head on Vicki's shoulder, sucking her thumb contendedly.

"Oh, " Abbie stopped, "and that lady Ward drew, her name is Starr."

"How do you know that?" Vicki asked in surprise.

"Cause, she told me so, from the picture Ward drew. She's scared someone's gonna hurt her, she's in some basement in an old building she said." With that, Abbie turned and left.

Vicki stood there, her mouth gaping. She was so not ready for their abilities to expand so quicky. Now Abbie could pick up on people's thoughts from mere drawings, that was amazing but Abbie wasn't aware that it was apparently.

"Next they'll be channeling spirits for fun.." she said to London who just giggled, not knowing what her mother had said.

The girl was in a basement, frightened. The killer had taken her there. Playtime and torture were on the menu. The girl was handcuffed to a cot, it was dark save for a light coming through a basement window. She could hear people outside but didn't recognize where she was by sound.

"Please...let me go. I swear, I won't tell nobody.." the girl cried, struggling against her cuffs.

"No..playtime first, then I'll end it. I don't usually do this but, " tracing a finger on her jaw, the killer continued,"I like you. You remind me of someone."

Starr turned away, repulsed when she was touched. She still didn't know if it was a man or a woman. She knew she wouldn't make it out alive, she was certain of it. She tried to prolonge it instead, offering herself, thinking maybe she could make a break for it in the heat of passion.

"No, you won't be able to break away from me," it was in her mind.

Starr was so frightened, she passed out.