AN: KK Renee~ so, um, this means telepathy. Regular thoughts are just in italics. (Like this.) I mentioned that in the other chapter, but we haven't used it yet. But it will be in this chapter, so read on, unless Huntress at Daybreak has something to say.

Katara's POV

"Ugh. Who is he?" Katara muttered to herself. She had given up on homework and started on the mystery of the blonde-haired guy.

Time for dinner, everyone. Get down here in five minutes, the Professor's voice rang in my head. I jumped.

Why not get an intercom system? I thought. Much less creepy.

I raced down the steps. I was starving. I didn't eat at school because who knows what's in those lunches? It could be deadly.

When I entered the dining room, I saw that five extra chairs were somehow added to the already crowded table. I waited to see where everyone else sat before sitting down myself. I was joined by Zuko, Toph, Aang, and Sokka.

Food was already on the table, but no one ate yet. I was guessing the Professor made his announcements first.

"So, as you all know, we have five new members to our team," he said. "We would like to welcome them and treat them like family."

Plates clattered as people began to eat. The food was delicious. All of a sudden, a loud wave of chatter began. I was across from Jean, so I decided to ask her about the guy.

"Hey, Jean, can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Go right ahead," she replied, chasing peas around on her plate.

"Who was that guy you were with today at lunch? Blonde hair, tall, muscular, and looks like a football player."

"Duncan," the guy with the red sunglasses growled. I couldn't remember his name. Scott, was it?

"Yeah, that's him," Jean said. "Why?"

"He just looks strangely familiar, but I can't tell where he's from."

She nodded and engaged herself in a conversation with Scott.

After dinner, the Professor called me and my gang to his study. Once there, he told us to sit in a chair.

He began to ask us several questions; questions like where and when we were born, where are parents are, where we were before we got here. We could all answer "I don't know" honestly. Except, I could remember escaping from some place, then everything after that while we were trying to get find a place to stay.

"Interesting," he mused. "That's very interesting indeed." He paused. "Have you met Logan, or Wolverine, as he's known on the battlefield?"

"Briefly," Zuko said.

"Well, he can't remember his past, just like you. You might have similar backgrounds." He paused. "I'll try to see what I can find of your memories, but not now. You all may leave."

A few days, later, when I was beginning to get settled here, the Professor called us back to his study. He told us what he was going to do and made the others wait outside the door. Now it was just me and him and I was starting to get nervous, even though I knew I had no reason to be.

"Hello, Katara," said the Professor.

"Hi," I said back, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

"I need you to relax, Katara." I leaned against the back of the small couch I was sitting on. "Close your eyes and think of nothing."

"That'll be hard," I said, but then I tried my hardest to think of nothing at all.

Just then, I got the weirdest sensation ever. I actually felt the Professor in my mind. Moments later, though it felt like forever, I saw clips of memories being played like a movie.

There was me, about five or six, running into a tent to see a dead woman. My mother. Then it flashed to me, about the age I was now. I was in a canoe with Sokka. We were fishing in icy waters. There was an ice berg, with a boy in it. Aang. Then there was a cave. Aang's eyes and weird tattoos (which Aang had no idea how they got there) glowing. He got shot with lightning from by a girl—Azula. After that, came a fight between me and Zuko against Azula. There was a little celebration afterwards. We had won a war. The last thing I saw before Professor pulled out of my mind was of me and my gang riding on a huge, flying bison.

"Whoa," I said, a little dazed. "That was a lot."

"Yes, it was," said the Professor. "I'm surprised I got that much out of you."

"There's got to be more!"

"There is, but I'll have to attempt at it later."

The rest of my friends got their memories read next. We all came back with similar results. We exchanged memories excitedly.