The Triton adults looked at the Targent woman as if she had a bomb attached to her. She looked unsuspecting enough, drinking the tea brewed for her by Brenda on the family's sofa. If only she would take of her sunglasses, it might have taken some unease off of everyone's mind.

"So you're saying the children agreed to help you?" Clark asked, having all right to be suspicious.

"Yes, in an arranged way." the woman agreed before taking a dainty sip of tea. A short and unintended scoff from Luke gave Clark all the impression needed to know how the arrangement went.

"Please forgive me, but what did you say your name was again?" Clark asked the woman.

"Lani Foley of the Targent; Veterum non morietur in aeternum." the woman said, holding herself a little higher. Clark looked over at Brenda and the two gave each other a nod. They both knew the possible danger this woman could cause the kids. But the question still stood; what would they do about it?

"Miss Foley, do you really want me to believe that you think these kids would be able to help find what the Targent is after?" Clark asked her.

"Like the Azran..." Luke muttered bitterly. Miss Foley put the cup on the table gently, then glared at Luke in the worse way imaginable.

"The Targent is no longer interested in the Azran." the lady in black told him. "At the... fall of Sir Bronev and after what the good Professor destroyed, the Targent moved on. We began to focus on other mythological and legendary civilizations that holds significance to today's world."

"And which one involves our town?" Luke asked, folding his arms in disbelief.

"That information is kept to the Targent." Miss Foley told the teen. "Unless you would like to join. We have been looking at Layton and yourself for some time after our first encounter..."

"Luke will not be joining your agency any time soon!" Clark suddenly burst, but then quickly recomposed himself. "It is not an agency that I want our family's name to be ruined with, such as the case of the Reinel family."

Miss Foley said nothing against this and began to take another sip of tea. Everyone looked at her as if she had turned them to stone. Statues frozen in an unknown, but shared, fear. Amidst his own extreme dislike for the Targent woman, Luke looked over at Nat, who hadn't said a word and looked as if she was staring into space. Luke looked from his parents to Miss Foley, then decided to take Nat by the hand and out of the room. She still looked as if she was catatonic.

"Are you alright?" he asked her, sounding nearly terrified. Nat blinked and looked at him. When she came back to rational thinking, Nat took a hold of his shoulders.

"I'm scared Luke" she told him. "I don't even know why, but just her being here..."

Luke's face relaxed with kindness. Softly, he put his hands on hers.

"I'm scared too." he told her, quite honestly. "But I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Nat looked at him, still not quite sure. But Luke's smile worked wonders and eventually, Nat relaxed.

"Whatever happens, we are in this together." Luke told her calmly. "I'm not going to leave you behind, as the professor had said time and time before, it's not what a gentleman does. But I need you to help me too, understand?"

Nat nodded.

"Good." Luke smiled.

. . .

For once in her life, Nat was never more relieved to actually go home when someone noticed her parents were there.

"You missed dinner hun." Vivian said as her daughter came through the door.

"What was it?" Nat asked.

"Subs from the deli." her mother said shamelessly.

"Oh..." Nat said, rather disappointed. Her mom hardly ever made anything on the stove, not that her mom was the one that could cook in the family to begin with.

"Are you still hungry?" Vivian asked. "There is still another sub in there if you want it."

"No," Nat said as she started up to her room. "I ate at the Tritons. Good night Mom."

"Good night." Vivian told her daughter as she disappeared up the staircase.

Nat went up to her room and shut the door. She then grabbed the flashlight on her bureau and went to her window. She flicked the flashlight on and off in Morse code toward the window that belonged to the Tritons next door. It took awhile, but a code in another flashlight came back at her. Luke was in his bedroom now too.

'Feelsafe' Luke messaged her through the flashlight.

'Almost' she messaged back. Nat thought about what to ask Luke next.

'Isshethere' Nat sent to him.

'Leftforhotel'

'Good'

Then there was a pause between the two.

'Goingtodance' Luke finally messaged.

'Meoryou'

'You'

'No'

'Waswaiting'

'Forme'

'Westicktogether' There was a short pause, then he added, 'Imeantit'

Nat put her flashlight down for a moment. So, he was waiting for her to ask him to take her to the dance? Why didn't he just ask her? Why was she getting so excited that he wanted to take her? Who really cared?

'Thankyou' Nat messaged him back, hoping her gratefulness actually reached over.

'Noproblem.'

'Goodnight'

'Goodnight'

And with that, the flashlights went off and everyone went to bed.