Gale was frowning as he spoke of the darkness from the day before. She hated the dark, how could that be her power?

"I don't care to learn about controlling it," she replied, shaking her head. "I just want it gone."

Why did he seem so okay with it all? Did he not realize that they would forever be outcasts?

She had spent her life being different. After high school, she planned on going to Yale for a law degree and traveling. She had plans that involved blending in and just focusing on herself. Now, her powers threatened everything.

Gale had not realized that she was trembling. She glanced down at her hands and balled them into fists, willing herself to calm down. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her breathing that had gotten more ragged.

"I just need some air," she said, without thinking before speaking.

When she reopened her eyes, she stared at the floor. This was the last thing she wanted to think about. Mike had been murdered by the same toxins that coursed through her blood. It just didn't seem fair for her to have supernatural powers whereas he was dead.

"I need to run home and get some stuff," she said, clearly finished talking about the powers for the moment. "You can ride along if you want."