Both Will and I jumped awake as someone rapped on the door. Uri popped his head around the room as I squinted at him in the dark room. I saw the clock on the wall, though, which read half nine in the morning. I sat up slightly, hugging the duvet.

'Morning Fin, Will. Mom's just called, the guests are about ten minutes out.' Uri said gently before he smiled gently, closing the door. Will just groaned and kissed my cheek.

'How you feeling?' He asked me.

'As rough as you sound.' I said and he laughed before kissing me.

'Right, up we get.' Will said, climbing over me as he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. I groaned, also sitting up as Will chucked me some underwear, a pair of leggings and a thin cotton t-shirt. It was end of October, and whilst Wrickenridge already had their first snowfall, it was still pretty warm. I very quickly got dressed, putting on a tiny bit of make up as Will watched and then brushed my hair. It was only in the middle of brushing my hair I heard the door open, and people walk in. There was three voices; I could hear Karla talking to someone, another woman, I would say the same age, replying. There was also a deep male voice piping up occasionally, a thick accent that I recognized but couldn't put a finger on.

'Our guests are here.' Will said softly and I just nodded, pulling my hair up in a ponytail. We heard loads of footsteps walking through the house, eventually getting quieter as they made their way into the games room downstairs. Then you could hear people – Will's brothers and a few sister-in-laws, introduce themselves, and whoever the people were introduce themselves back.

'You'll be fine.' Will whispered, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

'I know I will be.' I mumbled back as Will gently rubbed my shoulders. I didn't know why I was so nervous but it was a feeling I couldn't shake. The feeling of inevitability. That something was going to happen – something bad. Or perhaps it was working with all of Will's family, and Victor taking charge of this event and knowing he hates me? But I dismissed it – I was always extremely pessimistic. It was the one thing Will and I joked about. He was constantly laid back, convinced everything would work out and I was always convinced that the worst was going to happen. Will had tried to almost positively condition me out of my responses, to stop believing the worst is going to happen, but it is at times like this I can't help but think the worst is going to happen. Partially, I knew I was scared because I promised myself I would never show anyone my gift, and now I felt obliged to. But that wasn't the only thing.

'It's a normal routine thing, Fin. We're here to help people, that's what the Net does.'

The Net did nothing but fail me. I thought to myself. The time I needed the Net, to find suitable housing, to find me somewhere to grow up safely, I got banned from the Net. And to make it worse, the man that banned me was now my brother in law.

'You ready to go down?' Will said and I nodded. He gently took my hand, leading me out his bedroom, down the corridor and down the flight of stairs and through the kitchen. I turned the corner of the kitchen before I stopped dead.

I could see the family that had come over; a mother and five of her children. The youngest, a small girl, late twenties but looked younger as her face filled with childish glee, with blonde ringlets, the most beautiful covering of freckles on her face, looked over at me for a second and stopped in her movement, the grin on her face freezing before it dropped, along with her colour. I examined the rest of the room. The mother, who looked to be in her mid-to-late fifties was still talking to Karla. Two older men, both early thirties were talking to Trace in the side of the room, all of them with the same blonde hair and marking of freckles across the bridge of their nose, cheeks and jawline. There was another boy, looked to be mid to late twenties, stood talking to the girl who was transfixed on me, also stopped to look at me. The sixth person in the room was another female, blonde with freckles, standing at just over five foot, was talking to Victor. But the two youngest in the room, the boy and the girl, stood staring at me, fixed.

'Have I got my t-shirt on back to front or something?' I asked Will but I couldn't stop looking at the girl. It was only as I looked at her, I couldn't work out why I couldn't take my eyes off her.

'Fin - why do they all look like you?' Will asked me as Victor came jogging up in front of me, putting his hand on my arm. He angled himself so I could no longer see the people behind him. I looked up at him, but for once rather than looking smug, he looked upset.

'Fin, you need to leave.'

'Vick, if you didn't notice I am six months pregnant, I'm never normally in the mood for your crap but consider that with hormones on top.' I said but he cut me off.

'No, Fin, this isn't me being an asshole.'

'Then why?'

'Oh my god.' Will whispered.

'Fin, these people are from Ireland. They claim they lost their daughter when she was seven. They can't remember their daughter, they have photos and a bedroom and toys but they can't remember her. They're here because of someone keeps threatening the life of the daughter they cannot remember, and no one knows the location of that daughter.' Victor said quietly.

It was just as he said that I realised why I couldn't take my eyes of the woman in the room. It was like looking in a mirror. She looked identical to me.

'Oh my god, it's her family. This is her family.' Will said.

'Yeah, we think it is. Will, take her upstairs, please.' Vick said, squeezing my arm. 'Sorry, Fin. I'm so sorry.' He whispered as I met his eye. For the first time since I met him, he was being sincere, showing remorse. He wasn't out to get me, to upset me, nothing. He was being sincere, he was trying to get me out of that room where my family stood, to protect me.

Will gently took my hand and started to guide me back down the corridor. I slowly walked beside him, numb, shaking, but able to walk. Half way up the stairs, I stopped. Everything clicked. My family, my brothers and my sisters, my Mum, they were all here, in a room no more than ten meters away from my current position. They're here to find me. I smiled slightly. But then I remembered Daniel, what he had said about the threat, someone was out to kill me. And now, the Net was involved. And the Net had deemed it so dangerous that they had flown all the Benedict's over to try and solve it.

I was in grave danger.

'Fin.' Will said and I just looked at him. 'Fin, don't get all worried when we don't know the details. Come on.' He said, almost dragging me up the stairs. I numbly followed as Will guided me back into his bedroom, closing the door as I started to cry. Will immediately came up to me and held me, tight, as tight as my protruding bump would allow, as I sobbed.

'Will, they're my family.'

'I know.' He whispered and I pushed my away. 'No, I didn't know beforehand. They look identical to you.'

'You said your family are only called together in instances if the threat is serious. The threat is me. What is going to happen.' I sobbed as Will sat me down on the edge of the bed, grabbing a box of tissues from the side and dabbing my eyes dry.

'Finley, I don't know what is happening. I don't know about why they are here. But we will protect you.'

'Will, we're going to have a baby in fifteen weeks time. How can we safely have a baby when theres a serious threat against me.' I sobbed as will just pulled me onto his lap.

'Fin. I promise you this now. I will protect you. I will protect our little boy. I will never leave your side and I will never let anything happen to you. Ever. And I will never let anything happen to our Noah.'

'Jacob.' I corrected and he just smiled at me. I fell into his arms a bit more, resting my head against him.

'Noah.' Will mumbled back in my ear. 'Have a nap, Fin, you're still shattered. I'll go grab you some food.'

'Say hello to my mother for me.' I whispered as I shook my head. Will gently moved me back into his bed, kissing my forehead. But he didn't reply – how could be reply? His mother in law just rocked up downstairs. My mother, who's memory I wiped when I was just a little girl. And my siblings, who also fell victim my heinous gift. How awful for them; they had their minds wiped. Their little sister gone. But they still had the family photos on the wall, the albums in the cupboard by the stairs downstairs, and Ciara, the girl who I was staring at, my sister, the sister I shared a room with at night, went to bed the night after she forgot wondering what the empty bed was doing in the room, and whos toys and books lined the shelves under the bed.

Will left the room, and I could hear him downstairs. I covered myself in the blanket, closing my eyes, just praying to every God I could think off, and every superhero and every stray cat on the street that my brain would stop whirling, and even if I die in whatever threat was bad enough for the Net to call an emergency gathering of the best, I had to protect Will. He was innocent in all this, he got dragged into my whirlpool of evil that I created because of the bond. And, more importantly,I had to protect our son.

I knew I must have drifted off, because I jumped awake when I heard some knocking on the door. I was laying on my side, my hand in front of me, another under my head. The back of my head was pressed against something – I would guess Will as I felt his hand on my upper arm. Someone opened the door – I could hear it pop open and footsteps on the floor, and then a weight on the bed. I kept my eyes closed.

'Hey.' Will whispered.

'How is she doing?' Saul asked and Will sighed.

'Not good. I told her the Net will only gather like it did if there is serious cause for concern. She put two and two together and realized that the grave concern is to do with her.' Will whispered. 'She had a cry, the last thing she said to me was "say hello to my mother". Dad, be honest with me, how bad is it?'

'Bad.' He said and I screwed my eyes up. 'But apparently, Zed said her brother Daniel came to you? And it's not much different to what he said.'

'We know it was death threats against Fin, kept saying that the Devil belongs in Hell and not in a human.' Will whispered back.

'We'll keep her safe Will. We won't let anything happen to her, or anything happen to your son either.' Saul said and Will just sighed. 'How you both coping?'

'Fin is getting there. She keeps thinking she can't do it and she panics, and other times she is over the moon.'

'You have to give her time, Will, Your Mom when she was pregnant with Trace, she kept telling herself that she couldn't do it. It's normal. How are you doing?'

'I'm fine.'

'You were designed to be a father.' Saul said to him. 'No, you were. You were always the laid back caring one, the one who wanted to play with baby dolls when you were a toddler. Karla and I always said you would be the first father out of everyone. We did get that bit wrong, but we knew you were designed for it.'

'You think we can do this?' Will asked nervously and it was the first time I've ever heard him have doubts over the baby.

'Of course you can, you will be a brilliant father, and Finley will be an incredible mother, she really will. It's normal to have doubts -'

'No, I meant the threat.' Will said. 'Can we really raise a kid with this threat looming over us?'

'We need to find out more about the threat first, but I honestly think that it will all be resolved. We just need to find the person who is making this threat and, if none of the family knew about her gift, who did? And we need to talk to Fin to see if she wants to meet her family.' Saul said softly and I heard Will sigh.

'I don't know if she will.' Will mumbled, gently touching my arm as he drew patterns on his fingers. In all honestly, I didn't know if I wanted to meet my family. It was an odd feeling, I was really angry at my family for giving up on me, but there again it was my fault they forgot. And before I made them forget me, they were somewhat loving. My youngest older siblings, Ciara who was a year older than me if I remember correctly, and Teiran who was three years older than me, we were all close. We went to the same school, and Ciara and I shared a room. And then, one day after school, I was reading my book and the next thing I knew, my siblings didn't know me. My parents didn't remember me. No one did. I always got angry they left me, but I never really considered it from their view.

Ciara would have gone to bed, wondering who's bed is in her bedroom. There must have been books everywhere – I would read four or five at the same time. There was my clothes, never hand-me-downs. My toys, everything. They would have been there. On the landing upstairs were photos of the family each year on holiday. I must have been in at least six of them. So my parents must have passed those photos each night, seeing a young girl always in the middle of that photo, and not knowing who she is. Or going into Ciara's room to kiss her goodnight, and seeing the empty bed, the clothes, and even my dirty clothes that would have been in the wash that day, and not knowing who they were. Or what about my uncles and aunts, my grandparents? They wouldn't have fallen for my gift, would they have asked where I am?

My family might have had that terrible lacking feeling, like they were missing something. They didn't know what, but they knew something was missing. Almost like phantom limb syndrome, but a child. I never, until now, gave Daniel the credit he deserves. My Dad was abusive – or so he says – so he did what was best for me. He didn't know the consequences. And he must have held this massive secret to himself for years and years, until now. I didn't know why, after my Dad left, tell my Mum about my existence. But, perhaps there was reason.

'I'll talk to her quietly when she wakes up. How long will they be here for?'

'The week, they have a hotel in Veil and picking up a hire car tonight so they won't be staying with us. I honestly didn't know what this case was about until earlier. If I did, I wouldn't have got you two over.'

'What are you going to tell them, about their daughter that is?' Will asked softly, and I could feel him almost gently fussing my arm. Neither of them had any idea I was awake, listening to their conversation.

'I was hoping to talk to Finley, to see what she wanted to do. But I'm not too sure, they came all this way to find their daughter and warn her. I've spoken to Cait, the mother, and she desperately wants to find her daughter. She is fully aware that the girl, her daughter, Moira, would have made a new life without her and it is very likely she won't want her mother in her life, but she wants to at least try. Cait has mentioned that she knows she has failed her children, she admits that she didn't allow Moira to use her gift and therefore didn't teach her control, but she could have never imagined her being that powerful.'

'She's confirmed her daughters name is Moira?' Will said and my heart dropped.

'Got her birth certificate, school records, kid's drawings, everything. Got a photo three days before the incident. You can easily see Fin in her. And in Cait you can see Fin. And the siblings?'

'They're identical to her.' Will said ever so softly and there was silence – I could only guess Saul just nodded to him. 'We had someone come in when we were on our honeymoon. Fin got morning sickness awful, was throwing up twelve hours a day, asleep the rest. Not even keeping down water. We came home a few days early, nothing major. We went back to base to hook her up to some banana bags, just enough to stop her collapsing randomly. As we got in, we saw Sky, Zed, Alice – her other bridesmaid, remember? - and our boss were in a room with a man, early thirties perhaps. Says he was looking for his little sister that he took to the orphanage after his little sister used her gift to make her family forget him.'

'Fin.' Was all Saul said.

'Yep, we got talking to him. I grilled him, I was furious of course, but his story made sense. It filled in the empty gaps. Fin met him as well, they've been talking. It's been very awkward conversation but it's something. There's been threat to him about Fin as well.'

'He's the brother that is missing.' Saul said.

Ask Zed to tell you about the threats. When Fin wakes up, I'll talk to her about this all. I'll see if she wants to meet her Mum, and talk to her.'

'Cait knows nothing about Fin, she's been begging us to find her baby daughter and she doesn't even know that her daughter is directly above her, a floor up, sound asleep, and in a few months, she will have a baby of her own.'

'Dad, if this all happened to you, and it was Zed Trace dropped off at an orphanage, would you ever stop looking for Zed?' Will asked.

'Never.' Saul said with such certainty there was no questions about it. 'Even if I went to people like us, got them to look and they came back with nothing, I would never stop. If something happened to your son when he was born, would you do everything you can to fix it, to help him?'

'Yeah, in a heartbeat.' Will said and I couldn't help but smile slightly. 'Even if something, anything, was to happen to Fin, I would do anything I could.'

'That's normal, that's unconditional love. Regardless whether Cait hears it from us or not, she will never stop looking for her daughter.' Saul said.

I tried to think about it a bit more; if – God forbid – something happened to our son, our Jacob, would I ever stop looking for him? No. I would turn over every rock on the planet, and even in our solar system, to try and find him. And he wasn't even born yet. Maybe it would be a decent idea just to sit down and have a coffee with my Mum – Cait? See what she has to say? And even if she doesn't like it, and I decided nothing to do with her, it would at least give her closure.

'Let me know when Finley wakes up.' Saul said and I heard him walk out the room, the door gently closing. I just kept my eyes closed as I heard Will sigh. He shuffled around a bit, leaning over me before he laid down beside me, putting his arm around my waist and kissed my cheekbone.

'I know you're awake.' Will whispered but I just kept pretending to be asleep. There was silence in the room, a minute or two before I heard Will sigh. 'I love you Fin.' He mumbled. 'What have you got yourself in for?'

I drifted back to sleep, wandering the exact same.