The effect was immediate. Many people would be upset, or angry, but because of who she was, Rhian was murderous.

"Bitch!" She shouted, lunging for Diana's hair. "You did what?" She grabbed it and yanked Diana to the ground. She grappled with the taller girl. She managed to pin Diana down, despite her height disadvantage. She pinned Diana's hands down with her feet, her knees on Diana's shoulders. An arm to her throat. "What did you do?" Her face was inches from Diana's.

"I did no-"

"Liar!" Rhian shouted, punching the ground by Diana's head.

"Why aren't you mad at him too?" Diana cried, looking at Drake.

"He never lied to me. He always told me the truth! He told me about encasing their hands. He said I would hate him in the future. He was always feeling guilt. He said he hurt people and enjoyed it. Do you know what it's like to have your head messed with Diana? You fucking whore!" Rhian shouted, her hand curling into a fist and nailing Diana in the nose. "Bitch." She snarled.

"He was the one that did it!" She pointed at Drake. "He did it!"

Rhian laughed. "Yeah. I can believe that." She said. "You idiot. Do you think I don't know he is capable of something like that? Do you think I don't know that he's only doing Caine's bidding?" Rhian rolled her eyes. "He made promises and kept them. Not always the best, but he kept them. That's more than you." Rhian stood up. Drake stepped forward.

"Get out of here Diana. Caine needs you." He said.

"I never told you anything." Drake said, staring at Rhian over the steaks Drake had grilled, and the potatoes she had cooked.

"Drake." She said. She grabbed his hand. I didn't have to hear you say it aloud. I heard it here. I can hear people's thoughts about me when I make contact. And it wasn't your thoughts I heard. It was Caine's. Diana's. Never yours. Drake was transfixed, staring at her eyes. You… you don't let me in. I can't hear anything, even now. From you I can only get hints of emotion… and even then they're so vague I have to guess at them. I don't know if you can even hear me. It's that way with very few people. Those with strong minds, I think. Probably not. I don't know. Sam Temple was one. Connie was another. But... She trailed off. She blinked as Drake's hand came up to touch her face.

His eyebrows drew together. "Can you hear me now?" He asked. "My thoughts?" She shook her head. Her hand raised to his on her face. She closed her eyes, concentrating. Then she gasped.

"What should we do with her?" Drake asked, prodding her prone form.

"Leave her here. Tie her up and throw her in the lake." Caine said, flicking his fingers back and forth.

"We can't do that." Drake said. "I'll take her. Just… make her like me or something. Or be nice to me." He turned to a whimpering mess of a kid that had grabbed Drake's leg and wouldn't let go. "You can do that, right?" He nodded. "Then do it." Drake said. "I'll be in the headmaster's office if you need me." He walked out.

"Where are you going?" Diana shouted.

Drake stopped, his shoulders hunched up. "I'm not watching this."

"And why not?" Diana asked.

"Because I wouldn't like having my memories messed with, and I'm not watching it happen to someone else."

Rhian looked at him. "Drake…" She trailed off. "What did he do?"

Drake shook his head, looking up with tears. "He changed me. He…. I don't know. But… it's all gone, it's all pretend. That boy… did something." Rhian got up and walked over grabbing his chin, making him look up at her. She just shook her head.

"What was that kid's name?" She asked him.

"Peter. Peter Ellison."

Rhian ran upstairs to change. She tugged on some jeans and dug around for a clean shirt. She grabbed the first one she saw and pulled it over her head, not stopping to check it when she ran to the front door.

"Nice shirt." Drake laughed.

"Huh?" She looked down. A flush crept over her cheeks. "Oh." She was wearing one of Drake's white undershirts that he wore around the house. Drake laughed before walking next to her and opening the door. He gestured. Rhian curtsied.

"After you princess." He smirked.

Rhian knocked on the door of a tall white house. Astrid, a tall blonde girl, with a soft smile and calculating eyes opened the door. She went to slam it shut when she saw who it was. Rhian jammed her foot in the door. "Open up, Ellison." She said.

"Sam! Sam!" She heard frantic screaming.

Rhian groaned at the pressure on her foot. Drake pushed the door open with one hand. "We're only here to talk." He said.

"Yeah right!" Astrid shouted, grabbing her little brother's hand. He was an innocent looking boy, small for the tender age of nine. (*1)

Sam came barreling down the stairs. "Drake!" He shouted, grabbing a baseball bat from the wall.

"We're just here to talk, Sammy boy." Drake grumbled.

Rhian put a small hand on Drake's arm. Trust me, I got this. He nodded.

"Astrid. Your brother… he… changes people."

"What the heck is that supposed to mean." Astrid shouted.

Rhian ignored her and held out a hand to Peter. "May I?" She asked.

"What are you-" Astrid began to protest. She was cut off by a smaller voice.

"Yes." A small voice said. Everyone stared at the little boy except for Rhian. Rhian smiled, placing her hand on the small boys cheek. Peter lifted a hand touched her face as well.

For fifteen minutes they stood like that. A smile broke onto Rhian's face. Peter smiled softly and nodded, dropping his hand. Rhian kept her's to his face, her palm cradling his face. "Drake." She whispered. "Come here." Drake walked forward. "He… he won't touch you for fear of doing more than he already has… but… come here. I can send his thoughts to you." She whispered. Drake knelt and shut his eyes. He felt the sensation of falling.

Drake Merwin. My name is Peter. You were changed a year before you came to Coates. You remember not being that way all the time. I simply reversed the damage done, the damage created by the same thing that caused the FAYZ. The Darkness. Nemesis. But… I fear I did not just change that. I.. gave you an ability, one I did not mean to. I will not take it back, it could kill you. I can show you how to use it.

"Yes." Drake whispered.

Let me show you….

His eyes opened to see Rhian smiling at his side. Drake smiled back. Rhian touched his face, and then backed away. Peter stood in front of him. He held up his hand. Drake mirrored his movement.

A small wave rippled in the air. Drake's eyes widened. Rhian gasped. In front of their eyes, Drake's arm changed into a whip. Drake shouted. His arm changed back.

Use it wisely. You can change at will.

Drake opened his eyes. Rhian was staring at him, her mouth opened in surprise. "What happened?" Sam asked.

Rhian shook her head. "He's amazing." She said, looking at Peter. Peter nodded. He is. Rhian smiled. "Maybe I didn't mean that one." She said, her voice soft. You did. "Maybe." Rhian. Please. You and Drake sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. She laughed quietly.

"Petey?" Astrid shouted.

Rhian winced as Peter's sensory overload hit her. "Don't speak so loud. Get a covering for your hair." She told Astrid.

"Maybe you should leave!" Astrid turned away.

Rhian shook her head. She was trying something new. She sent a calm scene to Peter. A room in dull black and whites. One full of pictures. A dark room. The one at Coates, where she did photography. Peter smiled. She lifted her hand from his face.

She walked over to Sam. "Sam." She said. "Give me your hand." He complied, sending her a look. "Sam. It's just… I need to…" She closed her eyes. "Nothing. Not a damn thing." She growled in frustration. She turned to Drake. "I can't hear one thing and I don't get why!" But then… a flash. Not Sam's memory. One he didn't know existed. Nor did she. "Sam…. Where you born…." She shook her head dropping her hand. "No way." Drake grabbed her hands. "Rhi?" he whispered.

"Drake… it's Caine… it's him." She said,