Quinn sat at the end of the second hallway near the concealed elevator door and waited. She was out of her party clothes, having changed the minute she had gotten back to her room from leaving Mr. Xavier's office. Even though he had told her to rejoin the party downstairs, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't want to be a part of it in the first place, so she went to her room and changed. The only dress up part she still had on was the gel in her hair.

As she had left her room to go back to Mr. Xavier's office to find Ms. Dugan, she ran into Mr. McCoy. "Can I see him?" she asked, referring to Caim. The blue man gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry but not yet. Natasha's making sure he's alright, but I'm sure you can see him later."

"Can you ask her to come get me?" she asked.

"The minute you can see your friend I'll make sure you can." Quinn managed a small smile and he rested a hand on her shoulder, giving her a smile back, before leaving and going down to the mansion's subbasement. Quinn had been sitting in front of the elevator doors since.

She had nodded off for a couple minutes once or twice but she jolted herself awake each time. No way was she going to fall asleep. She stood up and stretched her arms above her head, looking around the floor. All the doors were closed and the hallway lights had been dimmed. It made sense considering that it was going three o'clock in the morning. Quinn yawned and sat back down.

A couple moments later the elevator doors opened and Quinn bolted upright, turning to face Ms. Dugan, who gave her a small smile. "Hey Quinn," she said. Quinn didn't reply and Ms. Dugan moved over in the elevator so Quinn could step inside. The elevator doors soon closed and the first thing Quinn thought about was how much Mark would hate the elevators.

"He's doing alright, but he might be asleep when we get down there," Ms. Dugan told her, shaking her from her thoughts. She glanced up at the lady, who was looking at her. "Is he ok?" she asked.

"He's better now. He didn't hurt himself so that's a good thing."

"He didn't hurt you did he?" Quinn confirmed. Ms. Dugan shook her head. "Not at all; a singed sleeve isn't going to hurt anyone." She smiled and Quinn nodded. "That's good," she replied.

They reached the subbasement and Ms. Dugan led the way down the silver corridor. Quinn remembered coming down this hall after she had been placed down here after falling unconscious due to dehydration and malnourishment after her first training session. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants and followed the adult down the hall, coming to stop outside of a door with an X emblazed into it. Ms. Dugan opened it when Quinn arrived and they stepped into the hospital wing, where Quinn spotted Caim lying strapped to one of the beds at the end of the hall.

"I don't know if he's awake but-" Ms. Dugan started.

"I am," Caim called out softly. He sighed and the sound echoed around the room. Quinn couldn't help but laugh quietly at the boredom evident in his tone. She walked over next to his bed and sat on the arm of the chair near him. His gaze flicked to her and Quinn frowned slightly, just realizing something. He blinked and shifted uneasily on the bed, as though knowing what she had figured out. "Your eyes are brown…" she said.

"Yeah."

"But how did they-"

"Turn green?"

"Yeah."

Caim shrugged the best he could with the binds that constricted his wrists and upper chest. "Something to do with something when I get too many negative emotions stuck in my body. I don't know." He sighed and blew a piece of hair out of his face. Ms. Dugan watched him with a kind smile and he looked over at her. "Can I leave now please?" he asked.

"Not yet. I'll release you in a bit but you're going to stay here tonight, just in case." This caused a louder to sigh to come from the male and he stared at the ceiling. Quinn looked him over and spotted the red mark on his cheek. She glanced back up at Ms. Dugan, locking gazes with her. "Why'd you hit him?" she asked, her tone accusing.

"It was the only way to calm him down," Ms. Dugan replied.

"The only way to calm him down was to hit him?" Quinn demanded.

"I'm right here," Caim muttered. "And don't get angry with her Quinn."

Quinn looked at her friend, who was still staring at the ceiling. The hit must have knocked loose his vocal cords or something because he was talking quite a lot more than usual. Or maybe that was the result of how much he had been talking up in the office.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, a slight smile twitching on his lips. "So what did you think of my speech?" he asked, his tone serious despite the small smile. Quinn laughed quietly and gave him a smile of her own. "I never knew you could talk that much."

Caim attempted another shrug. "Just because I don't say much doesn't mean I don't have anything to say."

"I get it," Quinn replied. She moved so that she was actually sitting in the chair and she looked up at Ms. Dugan, who was looking through a file she had retrieved from the mobile bedside table. "Is that a file of all my screw-ups?" Caim asked, one again returning his stare to the ceiling.

"They aren't screw-ups Caim," Ms. Dugan replied, saying it as though she had said it hundreds of times before. From the way Caim rolled his eyes Quinn guessed that she had.

"You haven't had a break down in a while," Ms. Dugan told him.

"Are you counting the one where I nearly burnt down the Professor's office?" Caim asked.

"You didn't nearly burn down his office," Ms. Dugan snapped. "Stop degrading yourself, you know you have enough control that you wouldn't do that." She flipped through the file a bit more. "Sure I do," Caim muttered. Ms. Dugan turned to him, fire blazing in her eyes. "I thought you were the one trying to convince everyone that you have control!" she exclaimed. He flinched and adverted his eyes from hers. Quinn was taken aback about the exclamation, though after the slap Quinn was surprised that she reacted to this outburst.

Ms. Dugan stared at Caim for a moment before returning to the file, taking a deep breath as she did. "You have control over your powers, but you lose control over yourself. You bottle up your anger and release it at the wrong moments and at the wrong people."

"So I should blow up at school then? At the people who make me angry?" Caim clarified, his tone harsh.

Quinn realized what he was talking about. All the times he'd get into fights by himself, like that afternoon outside the dance room, he wouldn't fight back. All the anger he would have used must have just been building up. "Blow up at Duncan you mean," she stated.

Caim didn't look at her but he answered, "Yeah. At him."

"That's why this is happening," Ms. Dugan explained. "As I have explained to you time and time again, if you don't let out that anger it's going to multiply and when it is finally released it's not going to be pleasant."

"So you're telling me to fight at school?"

"I'm telling you to not just stand there and take it." She snapped the file shut and glared at him. "You know what I mean, don't act dumb." Caim turned and glared back at her. Quinn moved back in her chair a bit, not sure what was going to happen. But then Ms. Dugan let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. "God…" she muttered. "Just… don't be such a good kid. Don't relax as much and you won't blow up as badly as you do."

"Sure. We'll try that."

Ms. Dugan sighed and shook her head. She undid the binds from across Caim's body before stepping back. Caim sat up and stretched, rubbing down his arms and the back of his head. Ms. Dugan watched him for a moment before looking at Quinn. "You should probably go get some rest," she said. Quinn frowned. She didn't want to leave, but she could tell that Ms. Dugan wouldn't be taking no for an answer. So with a sigh she stood and looked at Caim. "I'll let Kitchie know-"

"Don't tell him anything," Caim replied quickly. "Tell him that Ms. Dugan's here and we're hanging out. He'll get it."

Quinn nodded and moved to the door, but then she paused. Turning, she asked, "Why were you back so early? What happened with Alex?" There was a long silence and Caim didn't once look her way. "He got sick, went home early." Quinn nodded slowly, not wanting to press an issue that she knew she was going to get no information about. But with the thought in mind that she'd get more out of him later, she left.