After Ember had made a pile of books he had to read out of all the bookcases, he happily started through them. He was pretty sure he could live here forever and never leave. As if on cue, his cellphone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket because his mom would do something like ground him from playing with what she called 'his super little club'.She wouldn't even care if she had to rent a boat, charging it on the Justice League for it because she was a working mother dammit, find Ember, and drag his fiery butt all the way home. She had all the right to do just as she had threatened and probably would if Ember started procrastinated in replying to any and all text messages and phone calls she set him. 

Sighing in grief, Ember closed the book he was reading. And yup. That was a text message from his mother. A lot of roundabout ways asking if he was still alive a she'd come get him or send his brother to get him if he wanted to come home. She probably would send his brother and that'd be the worst. His brother had the super ability to be stressed and, being in law school, Ember totally understood. Picking up Ember from a secret island base probably would take away precious studying time.He sent back a very detailed 'I'm-still-alive' text message and then left his room. Or, in other words, the library he was going to drag a mattress in. He needed some hot chocolate or something.