hello, my friends! here is chapter three!

apologies for going back and changing kai's type! after careful reflection and analysis, my sister Helena and I realized that Kai was not an ENFP, but an ENFJ. You can always PM me and ask for reasoning and explanations if you don't understand! His type won't change the story a lot, I promise. I just wanted it to be accurate.

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I've had a lot of fun introducing the characters of Kona and Nora, and I hope y'all love every OC I put in here! Don't worry, Hiro and Tadashi are still around...they turn up in this chapter!

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—KONA—

I watch the spy—Kai—as he retreats into the shadows. He certainly doesn't look like a spy—he's short, a little chubby, baby-faced, rather loud and clumsy. He's even wearing scrubs—he looks more like a nurse than a spy. But perhaps the government is sending their more inconspicuous operatives. One can never be too careful.

"Do you think he's lying?" Nora asks softly as we climb back through the hole in the fence, which we'll need to repair.

"For the most part, no," I tell her. "He seemed remarkably innocent—I'm beginning to think that perhaps he wasn't a spy at all. However, if he knows the governor so personally, I do believe he may have been lying about not knowing the rest of Hiroshima Rising. No matter, though—we can easily take out the rest of them. The spy was a nurse, so perhaps he works in the office of the pediatrician. We could get at least one."

"Wait," Nora gasps, stopping in her tracks. "His name was Kai—but we should've asked for his full name."

"Why? He wouldn't have given it to us."

"I know, but—Kona, the only survivor of the New Hiroshima bombing, the one who Hiroshima Rising rescued—his name was Kai. Kaiwan, actually, but who wouldn't go by Kai?"

"You're right," I realize. "But Kai is a fairly common Japanese name. it could have been anyone."

"He was about the right age," Nora argues. "Yeah, he looked maybe eleven, but he had a wristband. That means he must have Tested, and probably recently if he missed the bus home—he's not used to his work schedule. The Clearing was eleven years ago, Kona—if he was three during that, he'd be fourteen now. I'm telling you, Kona, it's him. He must know Hiroshima Rising."

"But we don't want to kidnap a possibly innocent kid," I protest. "I'm all for it if it's actually him—he'll be punished, just like we said—but how'll we look to Abigail if we bring back a spy who doesn't know anything? She'd kick us out of the rebellion, and then where would we be, Nora?"

Nora sighs. "Out on the streets, I guess. You're right, Kona—we have to be absolutely sure."

"The tracker will tell us everything," I promise. "It's only a matter of time."

The blinking red light on the screen finally moves, going from the capitol building down the street. I watch it intently as it stops next to one of the mansions in Oka Heights, guessing that it must be Kai's house.

I sigh, standing up from my desk and going into the main room of base. "Bad news, you guys. No-Ginger has been warned."

"How?" Abigail exclaims, standing up from the head of the long table, at which is seated the rebellion's council.

"The kid Nora and I caught earlier. I put a tracker in his hoodie, and after we released him, he went straight to the capitol building. We can only assume that he has told the governor of our plan—but he hasn't heard all of it, I don't think, so that's good. I apologize for releasing him, Abigail—in my defense, he seemed scared enough to take my threats seriously. Evidently, he did not do so."

"You are forgiven," Abigail tells me. "I agree that, from your description, he does not seem like a special operative. Perhaps it was just his misfortune to come across us. Even so, he must be terminated—tonight. We cannot risk him revealing anything more about it."

She turns to Nora. "Sister, I need you to retrieve our grenade supply. I will lead a battle patrol to this boy's house, and we will burn it to the ground, as a symbol of what will happen to those who defy us. Besides, if his story is true, we will also terminate important government individuals. We leave in one hour."

Nora dips her head, the icy glint in her eyes burning. "Yes, Abby."

Both sisters rise from the table, and I turn away, heading back into the control room and sitting down. Abigail will, of course, ask me to come on the battle patrol—we might need to hack into Kai's house. Homes have a lot of security these days.

Honestly, I'd hoped Kai would take me seriously. I didn't want to hurt the kid—he just didn't look like a threat, and he seemed so innocent. Maybe he was. But after hearing Abigail's plans, no one is innocent. He has to be terminated.

I sigh, pulling my mask over my head and putting a hand on the sheath containing my graphene blade.

Maybe this is for the best.

—KAI—

"Thanks for telling me, Kai," Wasabi says, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I'll tell security to be on the lookout, but don't worry. I'll be fine."

"They seemed really sure they could kill you," I mumble. "What if they somehow get in?"

"We'll deal with that if it comes to it," Wasabi decides. "Don't think I don't believe you—I just find it hard to believe that anyone could get past our security. It's the highest in the state, and no one has managed to get in since before the Clearing. Don't worry, Kai. I think I'm safe for the time being."

He stands up from his chair. "How about I drive you home? Fred's probably done with the bus now, and I don't want you to walk home if there are murderers around."

We go outside, and I climb into the car's passenger seat, fingering the tiny rips in my hoodie where the fence snagged it. I really, really hope Wasabi is right.

The drive home passes in silence, and when we pull up to my house, I step out of the car, pulling my hood up and shoving my hands into my pockets. "Thanks for the ride, Uncle Wasabi."

He smiles. "Anytime, Kai. Be safe."

The car pulls away, and I walk up the stairs to my front door, swiping my wristband across the ID panel next to the knob. One upside of having my own wristband—I don't have to pull up my ID on my phone every time I want to get into my house. We have really advanced security.

When I step inside, I'm immediately enveloped in a bear hug from both my parents, and Pippin yells, "Kai's back!"

"Where did you go?" Mom asks sharply, stepping back with her arms folded on top of her baby bump. "You're over an hour late!"

"I missed the bus," I mumble. "Sorry. I lost track of time."

"Aw, it's okay," Dad says genially. "Happens to everyone. We're just glad you're safe."

Mom smiles, looking exhausted. "If you ever need a ride, just call one of us. Do you want dinner, Kai? You must be starving."

"I think I'll eat upstairs," I tell her. "If that's okay. I'm just really tired."

Dad grabs me a plate of pizza, and I give both him and Mom a hug, as I usually do before bed. "Good night, you guys. Love you."

"Love you too," they say in unison, and I smile as I climb the grand staircase, kind of wishing we had an elevator. I mean, who installed so many stairs in this place?

Once I get to my room, I lock the door and flop onto my bed, taking a bite of pizza. I don't know why, but I can't help feeling like I'm in danger. There's no way Kona and Nora could have found out I told Wasabi about the assassination attempt—unless one of them followed me. But I'm absolutely certain they didn't, and even if they did, they couldn't have followed me into the capitol building.

Still.

I don't feel safe.

I finish my pizza and lay back on my bed, knowing I should probably change into pajamas but too exhausted to do so. My eyes start to close, but before I fall completely into sleep, I hear a loud bang.

Then a much, much louder bang.

Then a scream.

Dad.

Several more bangs—explosions?—echo through the house, and two more screams, and I fling open my door and dash out onto the marble floor, looking over the railing at the main floor of the house. I don't see my parents, but I do see fire. A lot of fire.

Another explosion sounds, and I clap my hands over my ears as the balcony shakes, the chandelier above the stairs creaking. Fire begins to creep up the stairs, setting the wooden banisters aflame.

Someone is attacking our house.

And Pippin and Saber are asleep…

The fire climbs up onto our floor, attacking the wall hangings and the carpet, and I run down the hall, yelling, "Pippin! Saber! Get up—the house is on fire!"

"I know!" Saber yells, bursting out of her room fully dressed and ready to go. "We have to get out of here!"

"Pippin!" I scream, banging on my little brother's door. "Come out! Seriously!"

Pippin opens the door, still appearing to be half-asleep. His eyes widen when he sees me and Saber standing outside his room, obviously ready to run. "Is the house actually on fire?"

"Yes, you idiot!" Saber snaps. "We have to get Mom and Dad and get out of here!"

"What about calling the fire department?" Pippin asks, stepping out into the hall.

"I'll do it," Saber decides. "Kai, give me your phone. You go get Mom and Dad."

"You and Pippin have to get out!" I tell her, handing her the device. "Seriously, you have to go—climb out the window or something, or maybe we could get down to the front door—"

"I'm gonna come with you to get Mom and Dad," Pippin insists. "I'll be fine, Kai. Let's go!"

And my little brother dashes away down the hall as the fire begins to roar down it, flames licking at the carpet and the ceiling. I run after Pippin, yelling over my shoulder at Saber that she needs to get out.

Pippin is disappearing down the stairs when I burst out of the hall, coughing as smoke rushes into my lungs. A tendril of fire brushes my ankle, nearly setting my scrubs on fire, and I wince. But I shake it off and rush down the stairs, yelling, "Pippin! Come back!"

"I don't see Mom and Dad!" he shouts, and, reaching the bottom of the stairs, I skid to a halt on the marble floor, looking around for my family. I don't see Mom, Dad, or Pippin—the smoke is too thick. But I do see a tall, dark figure, silhouetted against the firelight and holding a long, thin object in its grasp. A second, shorter figure stands next to it, wielding what looks like a ball of some kind. The figure throws it, and then another explosion rips through the house. A terrible rumbling sound follows—that must have been a grenade. And the house is falling down.

"Pippin!" I scream. "Go back upstairs! There's no way out down here!"

"I can't find the stairs!" Pippin wails, then bursts into a coughing fit.

"Follow my voice!" I call, and miraculously, my little brother stumbles out of the smoke, coughing violently. I can't keep back a hacking fit of my own as I shove Pippin toward the stairs, screaming, "Go up! Jump out the window! I'll find Mom and Dad!"

"But—but what about you?"

"I'll be fine! Go!"

Pippin, thankfully, doesn't question me any further, and he stumbles up the stairs. But just as I'm about to turn to search for our parents, he falls to his knees, coughing so hard he's almost retching. My brother needs me more than Mom and Dad do—he's not gonna make it if I don't help him.

I dash up the stairs, trying to ignore the flames curling dangerously close to my legs, and grab Pippin by the collar, pulling him up. Together, we stumble onto the landing, and then I hear a massive crumbling noise.

I barely have time to register that the chandelier is falling before my body reacts for me, shoving Pippin out of the way. My little brother screams as the chandelier crashes down, and the metal and crystal strikes me with so much force that it knocks me to the ground, pinning me to the landing. I gasp as pain shoots through my body, hoping I haven't broken anything.

"Kai!" Pippin screams. "Are you okay?"

"I—I'll be fine!" I shout back, my eyes starting to water from the smoke. "You have to get out, Pippin! Get Saber and go out the window!"

"But—"

"Go, Pippin!"

Pippin, tears streaming down his face, turns and bolts up the stairs, and I struggle to pull myself out from under the chandelier. It moves, but barely. I think I can move it if I turn over—

I start coughing again as I roll over under the chandelier, and then I push on it as hard as I can, trying to shove the hot metal off of me. After several desperate seconds, I manage to scramble out from under it, and I stand up, wincing as a twinge of pain shoots through my ribs.

A loud scream echoes from the top floor, and as I stumble up the stairs, I hear my name shouted—it sounds like Saber. "Kai! You have to get up here!"

I make it to the top of the stairs, and to my amazement, I see both Pippin and Saber standing on the marble floor, coughing and shaking.

"Why didn't you jump?" I yell, running over to them. "You were supposed to jump!"

"We—we couldn't leave you!" Pippin wails, turning his tear-streaked face to me. "But we can go now!"

"Come on!" Saber yells, and then the loudest rumbling sound yet, almost like a bomb, thunders through the house—and that's when I realize it's gonna fall in. Completely.

"Let's go!" Pippin screams, and I grab both his and Saber's hands, dragging them down the hall as I break into a run. There's a big window at the end of the hall—if we can just get to that, we can jump.

A massive rush of fire sweeps down the hall as we reach the window, and I scream, "Jump, you guys! Just jump!"

To their credit, both Pippin and Saber jump before me, dragging me behind them as we smash through the window. The cool night air slaps me in the face as we fall, the house collapsing behind us.

We don't completely clear the wreckage. Flaming debris rains down around us, and I lose my grip on my siblings' hands as my world turns into a vortex of fire, darkness, and pain. My mind is a complete blur, and I barely even feel the impact with the ground or the wreckage crashing down on top of me. I only know that this is my punishment—I don't know how the rebels knew, but they knew. They knew I warned Wasabi.

This is all my fault.

Gasping for air, I suck only smoke into my lungs, and I feel the world dissolving as sirens start to echo in the distance. I hope my family makes it. They have to—they don't deserve to die for my stupid mistake.

The sirens get louder and louder, but I can't make myself get up to meet them. I can't do anything—shadows are sliding into my field of vision, obscuring everything but the bright, golden flames.

I breathe in one last gasp of smoke and then let the darkness take over.

—MOMAKASE—

My phone rings, and I set Koji down on the ground while I answer it. The toddler whines and wraps his arms around my legs, looking up at me with huge, pleading blue eyes, but the call is from Kai, and I always make it a priority to answer when he calls.

I put the phone to my ear, but instead of Kai's voice, I hear Saber's. "Momo! The house is on fire—I called the fire department, but I thought I should call you too—I can't explain it—just come! Now! Kai and Pippin went to go save Mom and Dad, and they're not back yet!"

"Oh my gosh, Saber," I breathe. "I will be there as fast as I can. I can bring Hiro and Tadashi as well—you may need a doctor."

"Hurry!"

The call cuts off, and I scoop Koji back up, balancing him on my hip as I burst into the living room. "Hiro—Tadashi—the MacGuffins' house is on fire. They are all in grave danger, and I suggest we go to them as soon as possible."

The room erupts in worried conversation and several shouts. Honey Lemon stands up, her hands folded over her baby bump, and Tadashi puts a hand on her back. "We'll have to leave the kids here—Honey, are you okay to stay with them?"

"Of course," Honey tells her husband, "but you have to call me as soon as everything's under control. I need to know that everyone's alright."

"I'll call," Tadashi promises, taking her hands and kissing them. "Be good, kids. Daddy's gotta go help our friends."

Seven-year-old Luna, his oldest daughter, nods solemnly, wrapping her father in a hug. Her four-year-old brother, Kazuki, joins her, and two-year-old Aiko, their sister, clutches Tadashi's leg. The youngest, Rio—barely nine months—looks up at his dad as Tadashi kisses him on the forehead, then hands the baby to Honey.

"I'll grab Baymax," Hiro tells me as Koji and Karu grab onto his legs. "Boys, I need you to get off—we need to go help Kai and his family. You remember Kai, right? He needs our help."

Karu lets go, but Hiro has to drag Koji to Baymax's charging station. After considerable persuasion, Hiro convinces the toddler to let go, and we hurry out the door, throwing Baymax's case into the back of the Jeep with Tadashi. I leap into the front seat and drive like I've never driven before, speeding toward the MacGuffins' house.

I see the glow of the fire before I see the house, the flames lighting up nearly the whole street. This is bad. This is very bad. I have seen fires before, but none as large or bright as this.

We pull up in front of the house—across the street, actually, so the fire doesn't burn our car—and leap out in front of the Jeep. Hiro inflates Baymax and pulls the robot after us as we run up to the house, which is shaking violently. Fire explodes out of an upstairs window, and as we run up the steps to the front door, I realize too late that the house is going to collapse.

"Get back!" I exclaim, but a great rush of sound and fire has enveloped everyone, and Baymax wraps his arms around Hiro, Tadashi, and I as we're flung down the stairs.

Embers fall from the sky as we lay in the grass, Baymax refusing to release us. After several seconds, he opens his arms, and we scramble up as the robot begins to scan, a faint beam of light shooting out of his eyes and passing over all three of us.

"You have sustained no injuries," Baymax declares, then blinks. "But I detect six people buried in the wreckage of the house. One of them is a fetus."

"We have to get them out!" Tadashi gasps. "Is the fire department coming?"

"Yeah," Hiro tells him. "Hear the sirens?"

I listen more closely, trying to block out the sound of my pounding heart, and indeed hear a loud, high-pitched wailing noise, indicating approaching fire trucks. They pull up to the house a few seconds later, and I dart into the rubble, throwing pieces of wood and marble aside, calling out for my baby brother.

Paramedics rush onto the scene, along with Hiro, Tadashi, and Baymax. Shouts echo through the crackling of the flames and the smoky air as Baymax tries to talk over them, probably stating where everyone is located. I throw aside what appears to be a half-melted chandelier and make my way towards a pile of wood and broken glass, realizing with a jolt of shock that an ENFJ wristband is glowing faintly in the midst of the wreckage.

Tadashi and Hiro hurry over to help me, raking their hands through the debris. Baymax waddles to another spot in the field of debris, lifting a light fixture out of a pile and tossing it aside.

Finally, after several minutes of digging, I uncover Kai's limp, unconscious body. His round face is scraped and bleeding and streaked with soot, and his hoodie and scrubs are torn.

I hoist my little brother into my arms, grunting with the exertion. It's getting harder and harder to lift Kai—he's a growing boy, and the donuts don't help. I mean, it's not like he's overweight—just doing what all boys do before their major growth spurt. It feels like only yesterday that I was able to take tiny toddler Kai in my arms and hold him indefinitely.

"I've got Pippin," Hiro gasps. His hands are bleeding, cut by the broken glass, as he lifts the ten-year-old out of the rubble. "He's breathing, but he's got a head wound—Tadashi, you'll have to check it."

"I'll do it," Tadashi promises, and I realize that he has similar abrasions on his hands. "But we've gotta get these guys to the ambulance—it's best for me to evaluate them at the hospital. Just bring them over there and I'll tell the drivers who I am—they'll probably let me ride with them."

We carry the kids to the ambulances, and the paramedics place them on stretchers, then wheel them inside. Tadashi climbs into the ambulance with Pippin, wanting to check the kid's head wound. But before anyone leaves, Baymax waddles up to Tadashi.

"An emergency C-section is about to be performed," he says. "We are attempting to save the life of Shani MacGuffin's fetus. The mother appears to have been shot in the head, and she has unfortunately passed away, but we can still preserve the life of her baby. I can perform the procedure, but I am required to be supervised by a trained professional who can assist with the birth."

"Shani's dead?" Tadashi asks, his eyes wide. "Oh, no—her poor kids—what about Rory?"

"He has also been shot, and is clinically dead," Baymax tells him. "The police suspect that it was not an accidental house fire, but a deliberate attack. Tadashi, I request that you join me in the ambulance, where we will attempt a Caesarean section to save the fetus."

"Make sure that head wound gets treated," Tadashi calls over his shoulder as Baymax leads him to a separate ambulance. "As soon as the C-section's done, I'll come look at the kids—just get them in a hospital room and make sure they're treated."

Hiro and I squeeze into Kai's ambulance, with Pippin and Saber's following, and Shani and Rory's bringing up the rear. I can't believe my adoptive parents are dead—I only lived in their house for four years before I married Hiro and moved out, but they were much more like family than my biological parents ever were. I can't imagine how Kai, Pippin, and Saber will feel when they wake up and discover that their parents are dead.

"You okay?" Hiro asks softly as the ambulance speeds toward the hospital. "You're bleeding."

I glance down at my fingers, unsurprised to see cuts and scratches similar to my husband's scattered over my skin—after all, I was digging through a pile of broken glass. I didn't expect anything less.

"I believe I am fine," I tell Hiro. "I am much more worried about my siblings—what will they do when they find our parents our dead?"

"We'll help them get through it," Hiro promises. "I'm really sorry, Momo. I know you really cared about them, even if they weren't your biological parents."

"Shani and Rory were excellent adoptive parents and kind souls," I murmur. "It is unfair that they should leave this world so young. I hope that Shani's baby can be saved—she was nearly at full term. I believe he has a fighting chance."

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Hiro agrees. "And the others will be okay, too. I don't think they're badly hurt—just unconscious. It doesn't look too bad."

"You are correct. But we will need a full medical examination to be certain."

We sit in silence for a few minutes, and then the ambulance pulls up to the hospital. The paramedics come into the back and unload Kai's stretcher, and Hiro and I follow them, hurrying into the emergency room. We, of course, have to stop in the waiting room while Tadashi hurries to go complete the C-section, his gloved hands covered in blood as he and Baymax hurry with Shani's stretcher into the emergency labor and delivery room.

Hiro and I sink into chairs, and we wait for nearly an hour before Tadashi emerges from behind the swinging doors, looking exhausted. "Hiro, Momo, you guys can come back now. We're running tests, and we'll get them in a private room as soon as we're done."

"Did you—save the baby?" Hiro asks, looking at his brother with wide eyes.

"Yeah," Tadashi tells him with a weary smile. "He's in the NICU now. He weighs about six pounds, and we'll name him as soon as Kai, Pippin, and Saber wake up—it's their right to name their brother."

The baby is also my brother, but my adopted brother, and I don't think I deserve a say in his name. I haven't lived at home for several years, and I have no idea what Shani and Rory wanted to name the baby.

"If you guys don't wanna see the scans, you can go see the baby in the NICU," Tadashi offers. "He might be lonely."

"I'll go up there," Hiro volunteers, and I nod in agreement. I don't want to see Kai wheeled through every machine this hospital possesses.

We head upstairs to the NICU, and it doesn't take that long to find the incubator labeled Baby boy MacGuffin, born 10:35 pm, July 28, 2041, 6 lbs, 2 oz. The tiny baby has oxygen tubes in his nose and a little IV, and a too-large hospital bracelet is strapped around his wrist. Even with all this, the baby does look healthy—he probably could have been delivered normally at this time. His hair is actually quite abundant, especially for such a young child, and jet-black, sticking out all around his tiny head. The infant's skin is dark brown like his mother's, but then I notice something strange—a patch of much paler skin around his closed eye. Another, smaller one is on his nose, and a third presents itself on his tiny hand.

"Vitiligo," Hiro whispers. "Wow. It's super rare in babies—Tadashi could probably explain exactly how rare, but whatever. All I know is that's not normal—but it looks pretty awesome."

"He's beautiful," I murmur, reaching into the incubator and stroking the baby's fine, soft hair. "A fine specimen of a child. I think Kai will enjoy him."

"I wonder what his name is gonna be," Hiro muses. "Probably something rare, like his siblings."

I start to reply, but then the baby opens his eyes, and Hiro and I both gasp at the flash of bright blue, standing out against the baby's dark skin. The baby looks up at both of us, seems to realize that we're not his parents, and immediately starts to bawl.

Hiro quickly inserts a finger into the warm little box, and the infant grabs it with both of his tiny hands, clutching it as if he'll never let go. His cries die away into little coos, and his huge blue eyes blink up at me as he holds Hiro's finger to his skinny chest.

After a few minutes, the baby falls asleep again, and Hiro gently pulls his finger from the infant's grasp. "Maybe we should go back down to Tadashi. Don't get me wrong, I love this little guy already, but we should probably let the nurses do their thing. He probably needs to get fed or something."

"The scans are probably nearly done," I agree. "We will come back with the children once they have awakened."

We leave the NICU and start down the stairs to the emergency room. But as we reach the second flight, footsteps pound up them, and before either Hiro or I can get out of the way, Tadashi crashes into us. Before I realize it's my brother-in-law, I whip out my graphene blade, and Hiro exclaims, "Tadashi? What's wrong?"

Tadashi, gasping for air, steadies himself by clutching the railing. The pediatrician's eyes are wide and terrified, and his hands are shaking as he grabs his little brother's shoulders. "Wasabi—there was a break-in—assassins—he's dead."

"He's dead?!" Hiro gasps. "No, that's not—" He puts a hand to his forehead, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "How? What happened?"

"A group of rebels snuck into the capitol building," Tadashi explains, his chest heaving under his lab coat. "They had graphene blades—they killed a lot of security guards, too. They got into Wasabi's office—he tried to reason with them, but they stabbed him through the heart—" Tadashi's voice breaks. "The rebels want Callaghan's daughter—Abigail—to be the new governor, and the rest of the city leaders have already approved it. They want to reinstate the Ashes system, you guys. We can't let that happen."

"This must be related to the attack on Kai's house," I realize. "Surely that is not a coincidence? It was determined that the fire was deliberate—perhaps it was a diversion."

"You're right," Hiro agrees. "What do we do?"

"Perhaps we should retrieve our suits and go to reason with Abigail," I suggest. "However, we cannot simply storm the capitol. We must request some kind of meeting."

Tadashi is staring at the floor, his shoulders shaking. "What—what about Wasabi? Do you think they're even gonna have a funeral?"

"Yeah," Hiro reassures him, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I don't think they'd just throw his body into the Wasteland. There'll probably be a funeral, and then we can try to figure out what to do about Abigail. Maybe we can convince her to not reinstate the old system."

I see tears shimmering in Tadashi's eyes as we descend the stairs to the emergency room, but to his credit, he holds them back. He knows he has to look and act professional right now, but he'll probably break down as soon as he gets home.

As we enter Kai, Pippin, and Saber's private room, I barely even notice my siblings, unconscious in their beds. Of course I'm worried about them, but I'm also worried about San Fransokyo. We cannot possibly go back to the old ways—it would destroy our society, and everything we did eleven years ago would be for naught.

What on earth are we going to do?