Pogue was so tired after his night out with Kate. They had gone to dinner and then to the party down at the Dells. He was just getting back to the house at two that morning. As he made his way up the stairs, he heard banging from Jamie's room. What was that? It sounded like she was throwing things at the walls—large things at that. Was she rearranging the room or something?
Pogue knocked on the door to the room but there was no answer. He tried the knob, but it was locked. Pogue called to Jamie but again, there was no answer. He wanted to find out what was going on. He stared at the lock and watched as it turned to the unlocked position. He opened the door and saw Reid opening the door to the bathroom between his and Jamie's rooms. Jamie was still in bed asleep but the furniture in her room was flying all over the place.
Reid had heard the noises too. His room was next to Jamie's. He'd thought that she was knocking on the wall to wake him up. But when Reid had opened the door to the bathroom he and Jamie shared he saw that he'd been very wrong. Furniture was flying all over the room and Jamie was still in bed asleep. Pogue was just opening the bedroom door and looked over at Reid.
Jamie shot out of the bed and looked in Reid's direction. In the split second after she opened her eyes, Reid saw them fade from a deep shade of black to their usual shade of green in a flash. He was momentarily stunned, frozen to his spot in the doorway. But when he saw Pogue staring at Jamie with a confused expression and Jamie staring at him with a look of horror, he recovered quickly.
"Jamie, what was that?" Pogue asked.
Jamie was silently looking at Pogue, wondering if he had seen the same thing she was fairly sure Reid just had. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but the words just weren't there. She wasn't sure how to explain everything to him.
"Jamie, why didn't you tell me?" Reid walked over and sat on the edge of Jamie's bed. Pogue sat in the chair that was now sitting by the door, though it had previously been at her desk on the other side of the room.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" she inquired as she looked back and forth between the two boys. How could she have let this happen?
"What's going on?" Pogue asked. He had seen Jamie's eyes when she'd woken up. He knew that there was something weird happening.
"It's sort of a long story," Jamie answered him.
"Why don't we start from the beginning?" Pogue suggested. He had to know what was going on. Was Jamie really one of them? Did she even know about them? There were so many questions that he needed answers to.
"The beginning? This is the beginning. It just started happening a few weeks ago. I would wake up from a dream and things would be floating around my room like they were tonight. Or I would get mad and something close by would smash into pieces even though there was nothing touching it.
"My mom freaked out. She told me that it was all happening over again. She said she had hoped that with me, things would be different. But she was wrong."
"What do you mean? She always knew you would be…like us?" Reid asked.
"She was afraid I would be. Apparently, her family wasn't exactly normal either. She told me that her family had been involved in the Salem trials too. But everyone assumed it was just a legend that her family was…different. No one had shown any signs of having The Power for hundreds of years now. But when she married my dad, the bloodlines crossed…and apparently here I am."
"And that's why your mom left," Reid finished for her.
"Wait. Your mom left? What are you talking about?" Pogue asked. He didn't even know where to start to comprehend all of this. Could Jamie really be one of them?
"It's why I moved home. My mom left in the middle of the night. She took all of her things and disappeared. I haven't seen her in two weeks. I called Daddy but he said he hadn't heard from her. He insisted that I come home to finish out my last semester of school. He didn't want me to be there with—or without—her anymore," Jamie explained.
"Does anyone else know?" Reid asked.
"No. I mean, a few of my friends were around when things would break or something else strange would happen, but I always had some great explanation that would make perfect sense. No one ever questioned it."
"So, you're really one of us?" Reid asked, trying to understand.
"Not one of you. It's different with me. The Power is just something I have. It isn't a part of who I am the way it is with all of you now that you've ascended. I can't do the things you guys can. But it doesn't weaken me every time I use it either."
"You know about us?" Pogue was so lost. He was beginning to feel like he was the last to know everything. Reid hadn't seemed at all surprised that Jamie knew all about them and their secrets.
"She knows everything," Reid told him. He didn't take his eyes off of Jamie. He was still in disbelief of everything that was happening.
"But how?"
"Because, Pogue, I lived here for thirteen years. I knew all of the rumors about the families. It wasn't that hard to figure things out. I saw more of what went on around here than anyone seemed to give me credit for."
"We should tell Tyler and Caleb," Pogue decided. Tyler was her brother. He deserved to know. And Caleb, well, Caleb always seemed to know what to do when everyone else was still figuring out what was going on.
"Not tonight," Reid argued. "It's late. We'll tell them in the morning."