"KITCHIE!" Quinn sprinted down the stairs a couple minutes after Caim took off. She hadn't been able to move as she understood the phrase 'frozen with fear'. She used the post at the bottom of the stairs as a point to pivot her around towards the back of the house. She skidded to a stop at the living room where she saw Mark sitting on the couch. Kitchie was just past the piece of furniture, looking as though he had just gotten up. His eyes widened at the sight of Quinn shaking in the doorway. "What's wrong Quinn? What's going on? Are you ok?"

"Caim's gone insane," she gasped. Kitchie seemed to relax a bit, his eyes going flat. "I see," he replied simply.

"What's wrong with him? He-he just exploded at Professor X and then took off and he-he set something… something on fire. His whole left sleeve was burnt and-and-"

"Ok," Kitchie interrupted softly. He walked over and hugged her, bending over and still enveloping her with his height. "Thanks for finding me," he told her. He stepped back and Quinn stared up at him, biting her lip. Everyone was changing: Kitchie was calm and Caim was chaotic. Then Kitchie smiled and Quinn saw that his overly happy self was still there. He glanced over at Mark. "Sorry Mark but I need to go talk to him; we can finish the movie later ok?"

Mark nodded. "Yeah, totally. Go ahead." Kitchie ruffled Quinn hair as he left the room. Quinn slowly walked over and collapsed onto the couch next to her friend. Mark scooted over and draped an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him and closed her eyes. "Did he do anything to you?" Mark asked, his voice firm. Quinn shook her head. "N-No. Just freaked me out." She pushed his arm away and sat up, sighing. "Close your eyes for a bit. Have a nap," Mark suggested. Quinn shook her head but at his words her eyes started to slowly close. She stifled a yawn and started to get up, intending on shaking the feeling off, but Mark pulled her back down. "Some other stuff happened today didn't it?" he asked. She shook her head. "Come on Quinn, I know you. Something else shook you up a bit today."

"Nothing shakes me."

"So you're freaked out over nothing?"

Quinn mumbled under her breath as she leaned against him, contradicting the fact that she had just pushed him away a couple seconds ago. "Caim got into a fight earlier," she mumbled, though her brain was telling her not to say anything. It wasn't her business to be repeating to Mark. "I ran out of class and tried to help. He talked to me later and told me not to. He wasn't happy with me… really angry…" She couldn't hold back a yawn and she closed her eyes. "We'll talk after. I'll talk to Caim," Mark said. Quinn shook her head but wasn't able to speak before she fell asleep.

AN: So this was a filler chapter just to put something between this chapter and the next. Hope it was ok. Please review :)