Alisha took a pull from her cigarette and straightened her hair in the reflection of the glass doors of the community center. It had been a strange few days. A mysterious guy in a mask had started showing up at uncanny times. Nathan claimed the guy saved him not long before kidnapping Rachel. Not long after, the mind control that had taken over her, Curtis and Kelly had spontaneously lifted.

Then yesterday the guy showed up again and led them to the flat of a pretty girl.

Alisha re-applied her lipstick, recalling the pretty girl's eyes gaze up at Curtis.

"Bitch," she said under her breath.

She turned to see Curtis walking toward the center, his step hitching slightly at the sight of her.

"Where were you last night?" she asked as he stopped in front of her.

He shrugged. "Nowhere."

"Your phone was off."

"So, I ran out of battery." He looked casual about it. Not defensive or guilty. Still, she knew when she was being lied to.

"Did you go back there later?" she asked, as he opened the door.

"Alisha," he said in exasperation. "We'll talk about it later."

She threw her cigarette to the ground and crushed it under her shoe. "What's there to talk about?" She followed him in. "Curtis?"

"You know," Nathan said, "if they were smart, they'd have us do productive things, like… film reviews. I always thought I'd be great at that."

Simon looked at him. "So like give us any job we want."

"Exactly!" Nathan turned to Kelly. "What better way to help us re-join society?"

As Nathan, Kelly, and Curtis headed out for their day of picking up litter, their voices faded behind the heavy doors.

Simon turned to follow, then paused. The sound of a sniffle quietly filled the empty room.

He took a few steps and peered into the space behind the lockers. Alicia sat there on a bench, wiping her eyes.

Simon wasn't entirely sure whether he was visible or not.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

Alisha started and looked up at him. He wasn't invisible, apparently.

"Go away, Simon," she said, looking down.

He stood where he was, unsure what to say, but feeling like she needed comfort more than solitude. Still, he could feel himself mumble "OK" and turn away.

She sniffled again. "Did you see the way he looked at her?"

He stopped and turned. "Who?"

"Curtis," she said. "Who else would I be talking about?"

"Oh." He considered. "Yes."

She blinked as if she hadn't expected that answer.

She laughed sadly. "That's how it goes. There's always a more beautiful girl -"

"She's not more beautiful than you."

Alisha looked up at him. His expression was serious.

"At least he can fuck her. What's the point of even being with me?"

"Because you're…" Simon paused. "You're more than just sex. You're so much more than that. And if he doesn't see it…"

He stopped. Alisha was staring at him with wide, shimmering eyes.

"He should... He should see that." Simon swallowed hard. "Anyway. We're late."

She nodded as he turned and left.

She sat for a moment, trying to decipher what she was feeling. Her heart was racing, and she felt a bit flush.

You're so much more than that.

She smiled.

"Have you seen him again? The guy in the mask?" Alisha deposited a wadded up piece of litter into her bag.

Simon looked a bit startled by the question, not least of all because she'd seemed to have moved closer to him, away from the others, to ask him.

"Once." He swallowed and looked at her. After a pause, he added, "I think it's a woman."

Alisha gave him a look. "Why would you think that?"

He shrugged. "I followed her to the roof. She definitely has -" he hesitated.

"What? Tits?" She shook her head. "What, were you using your invisibility to follow him?" She snapped up another piece of litter. "You better not do that to me."

"I don't." It was true. He'd never followed her to the roof.

"Such a creepy power."

Simon sighed and looked over at the others, all goofing around, oblivious of them. Alisha was usually always with the others, as oblivious of him as they were. Yet she was still there, casually hovering in his vicinity, thinking he was creepy, yes, but apparently somewhat interested in his thoughts on the person in the mask.

"Have you thought that maybe the person in the mask is that girl Nikki at the flat?" Simon asked.

Alisha looked at him, a flash of hurt in her eyes. "What does she have to do with anything?"

"The person in the mask led us there, and then Nikki shows up." Simon paused. "I don't think it's a coincidence."

"Why would she do that?"

Simon shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe she had a crush on Curtis and wanted to impress him."

Alisha rolled her eyes. "It doesn't take that much to impress Curtis," she said. "Trust me."

"Maybe…" he paused. "Maybe she's some kind of spy, trying to infiltrate us."

"A spy?"

He nodded.

"Simon, do you hear yourself?"

He waited for her to walk away with a laugh, but she didn't. He wasn't quite sure what to do with that.

"Maybe we should tell Curtis."

Alisha paused. "Tell him the girl he's probably cheating on me with is a spy."

"Tell him she might be the person in the mask."

Alisha shook her head and looked over at Curtis. "A few days ago we all thought he was a hero. Now you're talking like he - she - is out to get us."

"We have to be vigilant."

Alisha crossed her arms and looked at him. "I think you need more evidence than a pair of tits to prove that the guy in the mask is a super spy trying to take down 5 probationers on community service."

This time, he didn't have to wait for her to walk away. Still, he couldn't help but smile. At least she wasn't laughing.