Clara walked through the boys dorm section, where it smelled of dirty socks, pizza, and cheap air freshener to try and cover up the smell. After Clara gave off a warning to the boys to keep it smelling nice and fresh, she went back to her original task. She came across what seemed to be the only closed door in the hall before she tapped on it with her knuckle. Clara glanced down the hallway before looking back to the door, hearing some sort of scuffle within the room. After a couple of seconds, she heard something bang as the voice shouted out a curse word.

"Come in!" the person yelled out.

"You alright?" Clara asked once she stepped into the room.

She opened the door to see Scott leaning on the desk as he rubbed his toe with a pained expression on his mouth. Even though the room was clean, she could tell that he wasn't used to his new surroundings. Clara could've just come into the room but she knew that it wouldn't give Scott the freedom that he desired. She watched as he got up and limped into the center of the room.

Clara examined which direction he was going before she quickly ran up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. She slowly guided him away from the wardrobe and back over to his bed. Scott let out a tired sigh as he sat down on the unmade bed with a plop.

She glanced around before she found his shoes and slid them closer to his feet. Clara then took a step back before glancing out of the window.

She cleared her throat, "Hank has your glasses ready for you"

Scott straightened up but then scoffed and slumped right down as if he gave up on the thought.

"What does it matter?" Scott asked, "My eyes are too powerful to even open them ever again"

Clara shrugged, "I don't know… Hank's the miracle worker around here"

Scott was silent for a moment, "You've seen him do it. Help people like me"

"Ever since I've been here" Clara told him, "The biggest proof should be your brother. If that doesn't convince you then I don't know what will"

"I wouldn't know" Scott shrugged his shoulders.

Clara's eyebrows furrowed together, "Why is that?"

Scott sighed as he put on his shoes, "Because ever since I could remember, Alex has always avoided me. Locked himself inside his room, avoids me whenever we're in the same room, and I remember one time he was supposed to look after me when our parents left town for the weekend and he just left the house himself. That wasn't long before he got himself into solitary confinement"

"Sounds like he was trying to protect you" Clara answered honestly.

"Had a funny way of showing it" Scott scoffed.

Clara straightened herself up, "Alright, say you had your powers before he did and you didn't know how to control it. But you don't know how to tell you parents because it sounds like something that comes from comic books so you keep it hidden to yourself"

Scott stayed silent before he asked, "Did you know my brother before now?"

Clara shook her head, "No, but I can relate. My powers developed when I was in the orphanage with two friends that were the closest thing I had to sisters. I felt scared that one day I would set their mattresses on fire or they would call me a freak. I tried avoiding them but like what happened to you and Alex, they ended up despising me in the end. I want to say that it was because of my powers that made me run out the door but it actually was because I couldn't bear seeing them glare at me from across the room anymore"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

Scott sighed, "I guess Alex can relate"

"And you can do well enough to try and have a solid relationship with him from here on out" Clara told him.

Scott mumbled, "That won't be so easy"

Clara remarked, "Nothing is at first. Still, no day like today, right?"

"So, off to see what these glasses are all about" Scott jumped up from his bed, "You really think this guy pulled it off? What if they don't work?"

Clara offered up her hand in which Scott took it as she wrapped them arm in arm. She carefully guided the boy out of his room and down to the backyard where Hank was waiting for them. She didn't want to say what would happen if the glasses didn't work because frankly, she's never seen any of Hank's final experiments go wrong. Clara has seen the man draw up blueprints of equipment in the morning, build in the afternoon, and have it running by nighttime. Even if they do end up wrong, he doesn't let his failed experiments get the best of him.

Clara patted him on the hand, "We'll dust ourselves off and try again. Trust me on this, Scott. Alex wouldn't bring you here if he had total and complete confidence in this school. Got it?"

"Is the Professor still mad that I split his favorite tree in half?"

"Of course not!"

Scott asked, "Are you sure? He seemed to enjoy the story he told us. Sounded like I did a lot of damage"

Clara shrugged, "Well, if he's so bummed about it then he can always plant a new tree. Besides, you gave us one more free space to put an obstacle course for my physical education class. For that, I thank you"

Scott chuckled, "When I get to see again, remind me to take one of your classes. You sound like an awesome teacher"

Clara leaned and said, "I'm one of the best!"

The pair finally walked over to Hank as he said, "Took you long enough. Scott could've had his vision back by now. What did you guys stop to eat lunch or something?"

"Ha ha, very funny"

"Touche?"

"Touche" Clara rolled her eyes.

"Thanks for leading me over here and that talk" Scott told Clara.

Clara smiled at the teen, "Any time! I will leave you in Hank's hands and he will prove to you that I was right"

"And what's that?" Hank asked.

"Nothing!" Clara winked at Hank.

Hank rolled his eyes, "Whatever. It's your turn to make the rounds by the way"

"Unfortunately" Clara sighed before she made a face, "You should've smelled the boys dorm section. It was like they were trying to cover up a murder scene"

"I didn't smell anything" Scott piped up.

Hank and Clara exchanged a look before Clara said, "Okay, I'm going to go!"

Hank waved, "I will catch you later"