"No, I don't know what happened! They were all beating up Pierre, and then, he started... glowing! And he looked really... hateful, and, um, scared, at the same time."

"And then everyone went comatose, and you..."

"It felt like there was a bunch of hatred going through me, but it was separated from me like... as if there was a wall between it and me, this was just a half second, tops, and then it was gone, and everyone fell down."

"Except for you of course, Alexandria."

"Yes."

"And you have no idea what happened, right?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Thank you. You may leave."

"Thank you, doctor."

The girl left the room. The doctor took off his glasses, and put his head in his hands. It had been a long time since he had to keep the press from learning about this, and he was tired of making up lies. He was going to report this to the FBI, and let them finish it. The government had to have a branch for things like this. This couldn't be the first time something of this nature had ever happened.

He heard the respective knock of his secretary, and walked over to the door, and opened it. "Yes?"

"If you don't mind me asking, doctor..."

"Spit it out."

"That girl is in my son's grade and she seemed very distressed, could you tell me..."

"What's his name?" the doctor interrupted, not caring about courtesy as of yet.

"Sean, sir. Sean O'Connor."

The doctor quickly checked the list. Sean wasn't on it.

"The girl was a witness to a bombing, and was the only person who was near who is not comatose. It was a biological weapon, and we were hoping to see if she could be an antidote." That was the same lie he had told everyone, that he had formulated. The wouldn't believe the truth if he told them, if he even knew it.

"Thank you, sir. Was my son hurt?"

"No," the doctor smiled. "He should be at home now, calling his friends, talking to them about the incident."

"Thank you, sir." the secretary left.

Now the FBI. He had called them once before, for the shooting, and wanted to call them now, because the transfer person was horrendously slow, almost as if they weren't trained to do that. He looked in the yellow pages for them. 345-9753, was the number. He dialed, and heard it ring twice, before it was answered. "Hello, my name is Kevin Fight. What is your name, and why are you calling?"

"I'm Dr. Snaranburten, from Elder Quiver. We have a strange happening, and I have a good friend who specializes in strange happenings, but he didn't know what to do, so..."

"Give me more information."

"You're not going to transfer me first?"

"No. Tell me everything that has happened. And no, I won't tell the reporters. I'm an executive officer of the people you need to talk to. Your "strange happening" is why I'm doing this job. Now, tell me everything."

"Okay. It seems to center around one boy. His name is Pierre Lonzere..."