Louis strained against whatever was holding him in place, his vision blurred and head ached. It felt as if a massive pressure was resting at the forefront of his skull. The pressure receded as Isaac began talking. Louis found himself in possession of all of his functions again. "...When I moved, so did they." Isaac stopped and stared at him as Louis slowly turned around.

	"I wanted to leave, just now. Every fiber of my being was telling me to go down these stairs and never contact you again. But when you said wait, I waited. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn't will myself to go. I don't know about what went down on the street, but for me, crazy shit just keeps happening. First, two years ago, I was in a grocery store when it exploded. Killed everyone inside, except me. Bomb crews couldn't explain it. Said it looked like I was at ground zero, but the only thing wrong with me was blunt trauma from the building collapsing. When I got out of the hospital, I slept in my old home the first night, last night. I woke up, and it was on fire. No electricity, no gas, nothing. Just up in flames. And then, this morning, I tried to rub my hands together for warmth, and my palms practically exploded, like I was holding Black Cats or something. I'm not sure what's going on, but I think we're doing it."