"Haven't I told you before" Cassie said, entering the room. She had flour on her shirt, and had brushed her hands off on her pants, what she had commonly did when her mother and her had baked bread, "that the future isn't set it stone. I don't think I could return to government work after this. And technically, I'd be in a lot of trouble for leaving the job in anycase without warning"

"And the life I once had wasn't exactly pretty" Cody said, "a dark room with a mind controller. I can't remember life before that"