Jaxon had seen a lot of unexpected things in his dreams. Flying cars, people with horns and devil's wings, talking swords, all three in one, the like. A natural side effect of his Quirk and his MPD.

But the last thing he ever thought he'd see in his dreams?

His father.

Colton "Multi" Sachizado stood across from Jaxon in a room separated into two halves by a glass pane. The man looked no different from the last time Jaxon had seen him, nearly four years ago, except for a strange, quiet bloodthirst in his pitch-black eyes. He lifted a finger and opened his mouth to speak. Jaxon expected the sound to be muffled by the glass, but he could hear just fine.

"You and I are one and the same," Colton boomed.

Jaxon shook his head. "I'm nothing like you, you deadbeat," he snarled. "I stayed when things got tough. You left us because... because what? Your Quirk made you a little messed up in the head? Mom wouldn't have cared. She loved you all the same. Loved. Past tense."

"A little messed up? An understatement, from the mouth of my son." Colton chuckled, ignoring the end of the declaration, then turned dark. "Rage, passion, elation, sorrow, terror, and calm... one cannot feel all these things at once. It is not natural."

"Quit dodging the issue. What's not natural is how you skipped out right before we moved," Jaxon replied angrily. "You didn't think your brain could handle staying with us, figuring out one son's mental problems and the other's supervirus, and keeping up with your winner-fights-all hero reputation at the same time. So you escaped from your problems. Left us behind so you could focus on your hero work, and then you abandoned that too! Now you have the best of neither world, and if you're being honest, you have no one but yourself to blame."

"I HAVE MY QUIRK TO BLAME! MY POWER DROVE ME MAD!" roared Colton, a red wave pouring out of him and solidifying into the blood-red shape of a person, who Jaxon recognized as Rage, the incarnation of his father's anger brought about by his Quirk. Rage shot a blaze of red lightning at the pane before disappearing, and Colton continued, having taken out his frustration on the impenetrable glass separating him from his son. "And that is where we are alike. As I have been driven past the brink of sanity, so too will you. Your personalities, they affect you worse than my Singularity Disorder affected me... and twelve times as often. You will become like me, even more than you already have. Make no mistake, I have not left your life for good. I will make you complete. I will add things to you. Draw out the best and the worst in you. Mold you into a hero worthy of being called my son."

He reached out and touched the glass, and it shattered, the room disappearing. "You wake soon. Do not forget this meeting, for Calm has nearly drained herself to bring it about. We will meet again, Jaxon."

Ashido, who was helping Sero carry Jaxon to the nurse's office, suddenly glanced down at the brunet worriedly. "He's talking," she whispered.

Sero listened closely, and sure enough, he could hear Jaxon's voice softly murmuring No... I'm not... like you... "That's creepy," he added. "Think he might be dreaming?"

"If he is, then he fell hard. We better get him there fast," Ashido concluded.

Almost on cue, the three arrived outside Recovery Girl's office, and Ashido and Sero quickly carried their friend in and explained the situation to the aged hero. Recovery Girl glanced at Jaxon, who lay on one of the office beds, and shook her head."I can heal his ribs now," she explained, "but I think he may have suffered a concussion when he hit the ground. That will take more time-"

"I'll wait with him," Ashido blurted, surprising even herself. Catching a questioning glance from Sero, she quickly backpedaled and tried to justify what she had said. "I have a history assignment to catch up on anyways. I'll be able to work on it while I'm here. Besides, if he wakes up and tries to leave before you can heal his head, he's gonna need someone to keep him here."

"Alright, alright, I get your point," exclaimed Recovery Girl, smiling at Ashido knowingly.

Sero coughed awkwardly and glanced between the pro and the student. "Um... I'll stay too. Class is pretty much called off for the day because of all the training we've been doing. I could go get you guys some lunch, if you wanted."

"Well, aren't you two a pair of true-blue friends!" the aged hero gushed, prompting a less forced grin from Sero.

Ashido pulled a few bills out of her pocket and handed them to Sero. "I'll take a Lunch Rush Plate, and I guess..." Tilting her head, she tried to think of something that would appeal to Jaxon. "Maybe just bring him a small order of takoyaki? Keep the change if you want it."

Sero took the money and silently noted that the amount he had in his hand now was more than he'd held in his entire life. I never pegged Ashido for a rich kid, he thought, bidding farewell to Recovery Girl and heading to the cafeteria.

Midoriya and Iida sat down at their usual lunch table. Iida raised an eyebrow in surprise when he realized they were alone. "Where is Uraraka? She's usually here before us."

"Not sure. She said something about talking to one of the kids from Class C..." Midoriya replied. "Maybe she's still-"

"Sorry I'm late!" exclaimed a voice from behind the green-haired boy, making him jump nearly out of his skin. Uraraka came around the side of the table, and with her was a student from 1-C. Black hair with blue tips, a noticeable rocker motif, a timid glance to each of the others from wide, dark blue eyes- all Yorioki Uta classics. The music hero raised a hand in greeting as Uraraka continued. "I hope you guys don't mind, but I invited Uta to sit with us today."

"Not at all!" exclaimed Iida, moving over so Uta could sit down. "I'm certain this camaraderie is exactly what we need, especially with the Sports Festival so near."

Uta blinked. I can read lips, but you use big words, he signed in Iida's direction.

As Midoriya and Iida looked blankly at Uta, Uraraka clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh, man, I forgot to tell you! Uta's Quirk makes him deaf!"

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Iida said, then backpedaled, trying to remember the sign for sorry. But Uta's laugh brought him back to the present.

I told you I can read lips! Uta's hands were flying; it was clear he'd gotten the hang of sign language.

Uraraka grinned at her friends. "I'm gonna go buy some food. You three behave while I'm gone, okay?" she jibed. Iida saluted her respectfully, not having any grasp on teasing, while Midoriya could only stammer out a 'sure'.

Uta tilted his head and watched Uraraka leave, then turned to Midoriya, pointing in the brunette's direction and circling his own face with one hand. She's pretty.

The only person Midoriya had ever heard put it so bluntly was himself... to himself. "Yeah... I'd b-be lying if I s-s-said she wasn't," he answered, then remembered Uta's condition and rephrased his sentence in signs.

Uta's eyes widened, and he put a finger to his chin, a la Asui. Finally he grinned widely. You like her? he prodded.

The greenette's face started to burn. The only words in his head were there's no right answer to this, and he tried his best to convey that in signs, but Uta merely tilted his head the other direction and shrugged. Finally, the green-haired boy went with I don't know yet, but maybe.

Don't worry, I won't tell her, Uta reassured his new friend, despite not having gotten a definite answer either way.

Midoriya sure hoped that Uta would keep that promise. Because heroes didn't need crushes messing with their jobs.

Kirima Kitanai was pacing around the food court, acting like she was trying to figure out what to eat. In actuality, though, she was scoping out the significant other material. Guy, girl, doesn't matter; if it's hot I'll date it was practically her motto, and at U.A., things were no different. She'd grown bored of Kirishima quickly, knowing that as a jock with no sense of romance, he wouldn't be fun to mess with.

But now, standing in the line for the most expensive of food available at the cafeteria, here was a good prospect for romantic teasing- and a good-looking one at that. Long raven hair in a gorgeous style Kitanai had thought about before but ultimately decided she liked her hair too short for; a figure that looked like it'd been designed by Aphrodite herself; a beautiful face just chubby enough to hold some innocence to it; and a general air of refined yet youthful elegance... combine all of that with her insane intellect and surprisingly fascinating Quirk, and Momo Yaoyorozu pretty much had it all. So it wasn't all that strange that 1-C's flirtiest student found herself drawn to the genius beauty like a moth to a spotlight. Kitanai, true to her first name and her Quirk, cut in front of two people to join her newfound crush in line. "Your reputation precedes you, Miss Yaoyorozu," she purred, extending a hand. She noted her target's breathing patterns and began to mimic them, to invoke solidarity between herself and this new treasure.

Another successful victim of the Kitanai trap, Yaoyorozu blushed slightly and shook her fellow hero's hand. "Class C's Kitanai, I believe?" she asked.

"Charmed." Kitanai noted how soft the other girl's hand was. Probably a good thing to compliment her on later. For now, though, the conversation had to revolve around something more superficial, to break down any walls that Kitanai's looks, body language, and natural charm hadn't. "Good job in training today. Torimas is one of our best, and you beat him pretty easily." This wasn't entirely a lie- the doctor hero was indeed in the top half of the class- but what mattered wasn't the facts, but the presentation. Kitanai had mastered the art of manipulative wording, and Yaoyorozu fell for it hook, line, and very large sinkers.

"You really think I did well?" asked the Creation hero, tipping her finger to her chin. "I felt like it didn't go quite as smoothly as I intended..."

"Trust me." A well-placed shoulder pat and a smile. "You fought great. After all, you won, right?"

"You've got a point," the older girl murmured. "You were quite proficient yourself. Kirishima's no slouch when it comes to strength."

"Tell me about it. I almost broke my hand on Kirishima." Kitanai giggled softly, and just like that, the last reservations Yaoyorozu had had about meeting someone new were instantly gone, courtesy of what the Dashclaw hero considered the easiest trick in the book.

"Would you like to sit with me today?" asked the ravenette. "You'd fit right in with my group."

"Wouldn't miss it," replied Kitanai, her tiny grin belying her internal melting. She's so CUTE!

Sero picked up his friends' orders and ran back to Recovery Girl's office, where Ashido was sitting in a chair by Jaxon's bedside, a pencil to her chin. The tape hero placed the food on a table and glanced over at Jaxon. "Still asleep, huh?"

"Yeah, Recovery Girl said he'd be out a little longer. Hey, I gotta get this history thing done; you mind helping me?" asked Ashido.

"Sure." Sero stepped between Ashido and the hospital bed, looking worriedly at Jaxon.

Mistake.

Jaxon's eyes fluttered open. All he saw was a shock of dark brown hair, and that was all he needed to see to think the worst had happened. No! You're not here! every piece of him thought at once as he reached forward and tried to grab Sero's throat. "Dad... go away!"

Sero let out a shriek and jumped back, nearly falling over Ashido's chair. "Hey, hey, no no no!" he exclaimed. "Whoa, man, it's me! Sero!"

Jaxon blinked a few times, still leaning forward in bed, then slumped back. "Sorry... you scared me."

"You must've had some wicked nightmare," remarked Ashido.

"Um... not exactly a nightmare." Jaxon looked up at the ceiling. "This is a long story; where do I begin?"

"About a year before my dad left, he had this obsession with training me. With tuning my power so that I could have as many abilities as possible. But he didn't seem to get that with every new 'Quirk' I manifested, a new part of my personality separated from my mind and developed its own consciousness. Most of my personalities came from around that time, and I've never felt so mentally broken before or since."

"One day, my dad came up to me with three Artifacts- you know, the things I told you I focused on for my power- and I had enough. I told him I wouldn't accept another personality until I could use my abilities without the need for the statues. A few months passed, and I mastered changing forms with my mind alone. But I realized then that I didn't want to be any more split than I already was. So I kept holding off on having new powers added to me."

"It was at this point when Dad really lost it. One night, he came into my room while I was trying to fall asleep. I saw the Artifact in his hand, and long story short, I yelled loud enough to wake the dead, let alone my mom. She came in and they had a spat right there about my dad's behavior, while I ran to the living room to sleep. The next day, Dad left."

Jaxon shuddered. "I can still remember his last words to me clear as day. 'I will come back for you, my son, and make you whole.' He said that, staring right into my eyes, and then turned and walked out."

Sero shivered, a chill running up his spine. "That's freaky," he murmured. "But what about your nightmare?"

"Let me finish. After Uta knocked me out... I got a message. Sort of in the form of a dream. I was telling Tsu earlier, my dad has a similar ability to mine, where he can turn different emotions into physical forms with different powers. Well, his Calm manifestation can travel through dreams for some reason. She sent me a vision..." Jaxon finished by describing his dream in detail, down to the final words of his father. Once that was over, he took a deep breath, oddly affected by how much he'd revealed. "It's just... worrying. I know he's still my dad, but after everything he did... I'm not sure I want to see him again, especially with what he said to me today."

Ashido surprised all three of them next. She reached across and gave Jaxon's hand a squeeze. "You won't have to," she reassured him. "We're right behind you."

"Yeah!" exclaimed Sero, patting his friend's shoulder. "I mean, we're heroes, right? It's our job to protect people, even other heroes! You're safe with Flex and..." He glanced over at Ashido. "What's your hero name gonna be again?"

"Alien Queen," Ashido replied.

Jaxon chuckled. "I wholeheartedly support that. You sure are a queen, and I'm not entirely convinced you're not an alien."

"Oh, you-" Blushing at the remark, the pink girl grabbed a pillow off her chair and gently hit Jaxon with it. "I'd send you to space if you weren't already hurt!"

"I'm sure." Jaxon sighed contentedly and lay back in his bed. "Man, you guys are awesome."

The rest of the day was a blur. Jaxon was released from Recovery Girl's office after lunch; she'd declared him safe from concussion once he'd done a simple test. The students were all over the place, talking about the Sports Festival.

Koda was walking through the hall back to 1-A's homeroom to get his backpack. He had to get home; he'd told his mom that he'd be back early. But an Angel of Music stopped him in his tracks. Kyoka Jiro was, in Koda's opinion, the most underrated girl in Class A. She had effortless charm despite (or perhaps because of) her indifference in daily life, yet somehow made being nice look easy.

She's so beautiful, thought Koda, watching her pass by him. Noticing his gaze, Jiro waved and smiled at him, but didn't stop. Typical. She doesn't want to talk to me, and I can't talk to her.

Suddenly, though, Koda's self-keelhauling was interrupted by a tiny form crashing into him. Ju Kozeni bounced off of Koda's tree-trunk legs and toppled dizzily to the ground. The gun-arm wielder stood up, glanced behind him nervously, and looked up at Koda. "If Chada asks, you didn't see me," he whispered, quickly darting around Koda to get away.

Just as the animal boy was starting to wrap his head around Kozeni's words, a second member of Class C came up to him. "Koda, right?" asked Chada. Not waiting for a reply, the Boxer hero continued, "Man, the Sports Festival's gonna be awesome! You just watch, I'll nail the competition! Count to ten and they're OUTTA THERE! I'm so pumped! I gotta punch something! WHERE'S KOZENI WHEN YOU NEED HIM?!" And with that, Chada scurried off, looking for his pint-sized punching bag.

Koda shuddered, made summarily uncomfortable by the amount of new people he was meeting today. He ran into the classroom, grabbed his bag, and made his way out of the building and toward home.

Kinzoku Hataraki tucked a strand of perfectly straight silver hair behind her ear as she reached up to grab a reference book on physics off of the shelf in U.A.'s library. Her springs stretched out, and she easily snared the book she was looking for. But as she sank back to her resting position, she heard a phone's ringer go off.

"Sorry!" exclaimed a voice. Hataraki craned her neck around the aisle's corner to have a look at the culprit. A tall boy with tan skin, large lips, and black hair pulled his phone out of his pocket. 1-A's Rikido Sato. He had a book on baking in one hand-

No.

On further inspection through her zoom glasses, Hataraki realized that the book was not about baking. Rather, Sato had taken the jacket off of a cookbook and placed it on another book, which appeared to be a... Russian to Japanese dictionary? What on earth could he want with that? Hataraki pulled her head back around the corner as Sato walked through. The boy acknowledged her with a smile and a nod, then hurried off, deeper into the stacks of books. And like the private detective she felt she resembled, the Springload hero followed suit. She finally stopped an aisle away from Sato, who opened his phone and began to speak in Russian. Hataraki instantly went into auto-translate mode, and what she heard chilled her to the bone.

"What do you want, Annika?" A pause. "Well, excuse me for trying to resemble a normal high school student in Japan. ...No, they don't. Why? ...What? That soon after the last? They can't do that. ...Yes, Annika, you have my word. ...Don't call me that. The last thing I want is your cold respect. Yes, you'll have a briefing in a few weeks. What- no, there's no girl! ...No, not that either, that's disgusting. ...For pity's sake, Annika, don't call me that..." He grunted and ended his call, lumbering out of the aisle. "Agent Sato... who does she think I am..." he muttered, returning to Japanese.

Hataraki held back a gasp. Agent? For who? She waited until she knew he was out of earshot, then slowly padded her way out of the shelves and to the front desk of the library to check out her physics book. The situation wasn't clear enough to file a report on... but she would be keeping an eye on Rikido Sato.

By 5:00, most of the students had left. A few stragglers were milling about, walking to the bus stops so they could commute back to their provinces. Others were training for the Festival. Still others, mainly the General Studies kids, were studying up for future exams, since they didn't expect to get far in the Festival's competition.

But Class C's Pikkeru Ago was waiting.

At the entrance of the school, he stood patiently, his cavernous jaw set against itself, his blue eyes ever watchful, looking for a moment where no one was watching him from ground level. He didn't care about the cameras; they'd only be able to follow him for a few meters anyways. So he stood there, backpack slung over one shoulder, letting his tiny frame become one with the metalwork, until he saw an opening.

Then he left.

The waifish boy struck out on his own, glancing from left to right every once in a while. He had the city's layout memorized, and the task of getting to his destination was mere monotony at this point. After about a half an hour's hike, he stopped at the door of an old building, once a laundromat. Slipping inside, he dropped his backpack on the ground, reached into it, and pulled out a tan-and-black tunic. He changed from his school uniform into his civillian clothing, shoved the former into a washing machine, found a bottle of detergent nearby, and filled the washer's container with it. Letting out a grunt of effort, he reared back and kicked the washer, which suddenly roared to life on its own. Ago adjusted the settings on the washer and started it; then, after waiting fifteen minutes, the machine stopped and he pulled his uniform out. He laid it on a table in the back, making sure to smooth out any creases in it, then blew his ice over it. The shirt and pants froze solid in their positions, and Ago hung them on a nearby rack to thaw. He'd come back for the uniform tomorrow.

He picked up his backpack and left the building, turning right at the nearest intersection and following a straight path nearly three miles before coming to a familiar establishment: a bar that had long been a staple of delinquents and the down-and-outers of the city. Not a place for kids, especially timid, nonconfrontational ones like him.

But what Ago was going toward wasn't in the bar, but behind it.

Looking left and right to make sure no one was coming, he turned into the alleyway beside the bar, following it until he reached a pair of tents next to a Dumpster. He peeked his head into the first one, searching for the face he knew would be there.

"Mom? I'm back."

"Pikkeru, honey... hic... home already? Did school let out early?" Kasumi Ago rolled over on her sleeping bag and looked up into her son's eyes, a sheepish smile on her face.

I'm a half hour late, Pikkeru thought miserably, but he nodded and smiled back. "We've been training really hard for the Festival, so they let us go after lunch," he lied. Then he decided to torture himself a bit. "Speaking of- clackclackclack- are you coming tomorrow?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," his mother replied, shifting her leg to the side. As coherent as she was trying to sound, she slurred several words in that one sentence. "Just think, my baby boy's finally going to be a hero!"

Pikkeru knew what Kasumi was doing with that subtle movement; she was trying to hide the bottle of wine she'd stolen from the bar nearby. He knew that he'd be taking that bottle, as well as the ones she'd stashed inside the dumpster, and selling them on the black market like he always did, to pay for his tuition. And just as well as he knew those things, he knew he wouldn't be seeing his mother at all tomorrow. She'd either sleep far too late or forget, one of the two. She always did. So as the sun made its way lower in the sky, he decided he was done prying. "I'm kind of tired," he murmured. "I'm going to get some rest, alright?"

"Nnn... alright, dear... goodnight..." whispered Kasumi, already on her way to her own personal dreamland.

Pikkeru pulled his head out of his mother's tent and walked over to his own. He ducked inside, slid into his sleeping bag, and lay down, looking up at the slowly-appearing stars through a hole in the tent's roof. "Goodnight, Mom," he whispered. "Goodnight, world."

Jaxon stumbled into his house, flanked by Ashido and Sero. His mother, Alondra, raced into the room the moment she heard the door close. "Jaxon, sweetheart, I heard about what happened to you! Are you alright?" she asked, grabbing his uniform and pulling it back to try to inspect his ribcage.

"Mom." Nothing. "Mom. MOM." Finally, Alondra stepped back and looked into her son's eyes. Face going beet-red, Jaxon let out a sigh. "I'm fine. Recovery Girl healed me. Did you forget she worked for the school?"

"Mrs. Shujenzi? Of course not! But you still can't be too careful these..." Slowly, she came to the realization that her son hadn't come home alone. "Oh! Who are your friends?" she asked excitedly.

Jaxon chuckled. "Mom, meet Mina Ashido and Hanta Sero, my best friends at U.A. They helped me walk home after my treatments, since Recovery Girl takes out whatever was left of your stamina to heal you..."

Sero started a phrase and a bow. "It's a pleasure, Sa-"

"Oh, please, it's Alondra! I've heard so much about you both; my boy's got glowing words about your friendship!" she exclaimed, reaching out and taking Sero's hand in both of hers. The tape boy blinked, a bit unnerved by the enthusiastic approach, but couldn't get anything out before Alondra turned her attention to Ashido. "And you! Goodness, such a cute face, such a unique hairstyle, such unforgettable eyes... You look like a keeper if I ever saw one!" she exclaimed, taking both of the pink girl's hands. Ashido's eyes widened when she heard that, but she kept herself from reacting, only giving a tiny grin.

"Mom!" exclaimed Jaxon, blushing even deeper. "I-it's not like that!" He glanced over at Ashido and grinned apologetically, then looked down at the ground.

"Aww, look, you've even got him acting all shy!" exclaimed Alondra, no stranger to her son's easily-flustered tendencies. "You two have to stay for dinner! I'm cooking, and I always make enough to feed the whole of Shizuoka!"

"Um..." Sero smiled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I have to get home, actually. My parents only wanted me to drop Jax off and come right back. I have to rest up for the Festival, you understand..."

"Oh! Of course, of course!" Alondra exclaimed, waving her hands. "What kind of hero parent would I be to harm another student's performance?" She turned to Ashido. "Are you under the same constraints? I don't want to make any assumptions!"

"Yeah, I gotta get back... but I'll come over sometime, if that's alright with Jaxon." Ashido cursed herself inwardly for saying that, but if the schizophrenic noticed, he didn't say anything.

"You guys are welcome anytime," Jaxon murmured, turning toward his friends and offering a fist to each. "Thanks for helping me get home."

"No problem," replied Sero, bumping Jaxon's fist. "Good luck tomorrow!"

"Yeah," agreed Ashido. "It'll be a tough competition no matter what, but I think we can handle it!"

"See you guys tomorrow," Jaxon exclaimed as the two left.

The moment the door closed, Alondra stepped up to her son and eyed him intensely. "Do they know?" she murmured.

"Yeah. I told them after I got healed."

"You chose the right two. They'll support you through the whole thing. But if what you told me is true, your father must be nearby. Be careful."

"Don't worry about me. If he comes near me, I know what to do."

"Jaxon, I'm serious. We know how much you've progressed since he left... but we don't know how much, or if, he has." Alondra grabbed her son's shoulder and took him to the kitchen. "I want you to explain the entire vision to me while we eat," she explained, already spooning rice and steak out of a pot and onto plates.

And so Jaxon told her everything he'd seen, down to the appearance of Rage. Alondra looked worried at that part. "His other mentals couldn't go through his Calm visions before. That's troubling... but we can handle it, especially just in a dream. So does it look like Colton will be coming directly for you?"

"I can't be sure." Jaxon sighed and took a bite of rice. "I'd have to guess that he's planning on giving me more personalities... more power."

Another one of us and the whole brain'll collapse, Leo muttered worriedly.

ACTUALLY, Cap chimed in, IT WOULD TAKE FOUR MORE ADDITIONS FOR A MENTAL COLLAPSE TO OCCUR. ALTHOUGH THE PROSPECT OF HAVING TO LEARN EVEN ONE MORE NEW POWER IS WORRYING.

I've already collapsed, Chill said, in his usual deadpan. Now it's just a matter of time before I hit the-

Hey, gloom-and-doom, shut up, Leo snapped. You're not helping. We got a real situation on our hands right now.

C-c-can we all j-just calm down? stammered Simi, who hated confrontation as much as he feared everything else. I t-think infighting is t-the last thing we n-need right now.

Jaxon clutched his head with both hands. "I'm not feeling good," he murmured. "My selves are arguing again... I think I just need some sleep."

"Jaxon, dear... If that's what you need, then off to bed you go. But please... be mindful, alright? If he comes back-"

"I know. Whatever means necessary. Bring him into custody." Jaxon nodded as he stood up and went to the cupboard to get a plastic container for the rest of his meal. "Thanks, Mom. Goodnight." He stretched, rubbed his temples, and went to his room. He glanced out the window. A crescent moon overlooked the world.

Reminds me of my own blade, remarked Deverius. It really has been too long since I let loose with Twilight. I look forward to getting some exercise tomorrow.

Yeah, Leo agreed excitedly. Let's kick some grass!

There was a collective groan from the forms, and Jaxon sighed as he went through his nightly routine. He finally climbed into bed, turned off his light, and closed his eyes to a sweet, simple nothing. No dreams, no visions... just darkness.