Carmen still narrating here.

I couldn't really run out of the building. With the way I had just hit my head, walking was barely possible.

I headed for the ground floor, using doorways and corners as cover whenever someone walked past.

Footsteps slammed against the floor behind me.

I turned to see who was coming, only for a body to slam into my back. My hands shot out in front of me, palms smacking against the ground.

A hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me off the ground. "Where do you think you're going?"

I reached out with my other hand and grabbed Quicksilver's fingers, trying to peel them off of my wrist. "Outside, I needed some air."

He grabbed my free hand and pried it off.

I had taken self defense classes before, but actually faced with having to defend myself was an entirely different matter. Any confidence I'd had to defend myself evaporated.

I twisted and pulled hard on my wrists. "He's tricking you, you know. He wants to kill the human race."

"Don't –" he hesitated.

"He's a robot who believes humanity is going to destroy the world."

He shook his head.

"All that mind control is gone. I know how this ends, you know that. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm lying."

"You're trying to trick me."

"No, I'm not. Ask your sister."

As if on cue, his sister came running down the hall, shouting at him in Russian. My grasp of Russian being barely adequate, I can't really relate what she said, but I understood that she had read Vision's mind and hadn't liked what she'd seen.

He turned and stared at me. "You weren't lying." He let go of my wrists.

"I told you I wasn't. Now if you'll excuse me... " I took off running for the exit.

They followed after me. "What else can you tell us?"

"Nothing until we're very, very far away."

As previously mentioned, I don't like big cities much. They're not what I'm used to.

Especially because it's easy to get lost. Particularly when you're trying to move quickly and you can't read or speak the local langauge. My only exposure to Korean is walking past Pia when she's watching one of her TV shows. I don't get the appeal – I just follow her around to conventions to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid and dress in those crazy outfits to make her happy.

[What's that? Miranda? You're into... those kinds of shows? No, no it's not a bad thing. You like THAT SHOW? No, no it's not a bad thing. I didn't say it was. If you were going to like those, I should have guessed that your favorite would be set in Victorian England.]

Edit here: I've been informed that Korean TV shows and the anime shows she dresses me from are not from the same culture or countries and, in fact, have nothing to do with each other. Who knew?

[No need to glare at me like that, Miranda. Just because I go to conventions to babysit my sister doesn't mean I pay attention to the stuff there. Usually I just find someone else who got dragged there against their will and commiserate with them.]

Also, apparently Miranda, the girl who considers Shakespeare to be light reading and modern novels to be extremely boring, is no longer a closet Otaku. Who knew?

[No, Miranda, I told you it wasn't a bad thing. It's just a little odd, considering what I knew about you.]

Rabbit trail there aside, we headed toward the outskirts of the city.

There's an interesting little thing about mind control that completely takes over the mind. In order to do that, it supresses your entire mind to a certain extent. When you wake up, your senses and your reasoning sharpen like mad.

"Pietro, you keep an eye out behind us for people who might be following us. I don't think they'd have time to find someone for that, but I'm not going to be caught over a silly thing like not keeping an eye out. Wanda, watch up ahead. I'll keep an eye on both sides."

She raised her eyebrows at her brother. "Are you in charge?"

"It's good advice." He hung back behind us.

She eyed me for a moment, then took several steps ahead.

I scanned around us on both sides. People were everywhere, no one particularly standing out from the rest. What was I looking for, anyhow?

"You don't seem angry with us," remarked Pietro.

"To be honest, I'm really annoyed. I loved this dress and it's a mess now." I felt terribly self conscious in this dirty tattered mess of a formal gown – it had been a vision in blue when I had put it on, now it looked ridiculous.

"About everything else?"

"I know why you did. And I can't bring myself to be angry with anyone who was only trying to do what they believed was right."

They exchanged glances.

"That's an interesting way to look at it." Pietro's tone was careful. "But isn't it dangerous, in this situation? You trust quickly."

"Oh, definitely. But I know all about you anyhow. Besides, I think it's always best to realize that people are always doing what they think is best or right. That way, no matter how twisted or strange it might be, you can at least find a way to grasp it and maybe to understand and eventually talk to them about it – and out of it, if necessary."

I glanced over my shoulder. Pietro stared at me with a strange look on his face.

"Something wrong?"

He shook his head. "Keep an eye out."

Ivy here.

Before I faked my death, I didn't travel much.

After my death, I went everywhere. Name a country, real or fictional, and I've probably been there. Not for pleasure, though. On business. When it came out that someone could see the future – and it was actually real – everyone wanted my services. I did a lot of reading and TV watching then sold the information without regard to who received it. Plus, I did a ton of research into history and sold that information too.

And no, I didn't sell anyone anything actually dangerous. I'm too smart for that. Just odds and ends, to people who didn't realize the true price of seeing the future. Not many people do. They paid my price willingly. Money and favors aren't the only thing that you can use to pay with. To quote Once upon A Time "All magic comes with a price".

We just can't stop going off topic this time, can we? Ah well.

Anyhow, seeing South Korea wasn't exciting for me. I'd been there on business for a week. It was... it was nice. It leaves a very nice impression. Everywhere where the government isn't actively trying to have me arrested leaves a very nice impression. I teleported into North Korea once too, actually. Why? For kicks. Worse idea ever.

It's really hard to make your way around big cities without a map, though. Luckily, the Doctor's teleporter comes with a "telepathic field" - no idea what that means, but it translates everything in my head, and there's no way I'd understand if he told me, so I don't really care.

The tracker was constantly on the move – what that was supposed to mean, I didn't care to guess. I followed after the constantly changing coordinates. Jack had hooked up his tracker to my watch and flashing dots made it much easier to understand than the numbers it had located before.

I eventually spotted them among a crowd. They weren't exactly trying to blend in, and none of them looked like locals.

I broke into a run, pushing past people.

Carmen turned in my direction and stared. "You're... impressive." Her tone was deadpan. "Very quick."

"I had a tracker. Come on, let's go. Everyone's waiting."

"Everyone?"

"Yes. They know now."

She glanced over her shoulder at Quicksilver, hesitating.

What had come over her? "I'm not sticking around. You can, if you want, but I wouldn't recommend it."

Quicksilver nodded. "Go."

She grabbed onto my arm. "Sounds good."

I hit the teleport button.

The meadow flashed into view – my friends, brilliant sunlight, calmness – and then flashed into white.

Carmen's grip left my arm.

I stood alone, in a perfectly white room. Tiled floor, white walls, white ceiling. No door of course. The only contrast was the black chair in the middle.

I had never seen this room before.

"There you are!" The voice had a very Scottish accent to it.

I spun around.

The Doctor stood a few yards away. (Yes, that Doctor, Whovians. Non-Whovians, google it. Or check out tumblr, I don't care which).

"What's this supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. I needed to talk to you before you came any further. You might want to sit down."

I heeded his advice. He rarely had good news for me.

"I thought there was a few things you should know about your condition. And yourself."

Condition was the right word. Power it certainly wasn't, and ability still had good implications.

"You know how you received them."

"Yes, I was exposed to a crack in reality and exposed to energy which my body can now reproduce. You've told me a thousand times. Where are we?"

"The TARDIS. A private room with no distractions."

"Seriously... and did you know about Sharon?"

"No, I didn't. I knew there was something off about her, but I never suspected a thing. She tricked all of us." His jaw tightened. "But that's not what I'm going to tell you today."

I waited.

"You always assumed that you were the only person with your ability."

My heart leapt into my throat.

"You were wrong."