I take my time waking up again, not needing to check my surroundings anymore, despite the niggling voice in the back of my head which was screaming that I wasn't safe, that I left my life in the hands of strangers.

There was no one waiting for me to wake up this time, the sign only sign they'd been here was a glad-wrap covered plate of food perched on an arm of the couch. My mouth waters at the sight of it. I really am hungry.

As I eat, I wonder where Alex and Aaron are. Surely there's more to this place beyond that door. This must be a basement or something. Normally I'd respect their privacy, but I'm bored. And in need of a walk; perhaps som fresh air while I'm at it. And a toilet.

It seems I'm more steady on my feet after that extra rest. I only trip once climbing the stairs. The door is made completely of metal, almost freezing my fingers. So much for summer. I test it. It's not even locked! If they wanted to keep me down here, they should have at least locked the door!

I was expecting to come into a living room or something, so I didn't expect to enter an open plan warehouse.

The area I was in seemed to be a living room. I think. There was a large couch and coffee table facing a tv. In the middle a large kitchen. In the back, two single beds with a bunch of drawers and bookcases flanking both sides. There is a sectioned off area to the left of it. I suppose it's the bathroom. In between the living area and kitchen is some metal stairs to the gantry above us.

I call out to the twins, who I spy in the kitchen.

"Sorry if you didn't want me up here, but you didn't lock the door!" Both of them jump; I hear something clatter to the floor accompanied by som very colourful language.

I stay where I am as Alex marches over to me, a furious look etched on her face.

"What are you doing up here?"

"I need some fresh air; you can't keep me down there forever. You didn't even lock the door, or tell me I couldn't come up here, so I'm here." I guess I'm grumpy when I'm over-tired. "And it's not like where this place is, other than New York, so calm down, and I'll get out of your hair." As my anger grew, I felt the tell-tale breeze of a transformation, seemingly forgetting that I'm naked for a split second. I don't think she noticed.

"Let's not be hasty and just calm down. Perhaps we can talk this over some coffee and cake?" Both Alex and I look at Aaron in disbelief. Is he kidding right now?

"As enticing as that is, I'll have to decline. I really should be getting home, i've imposed long enough." Wow, I can practically smell the disdain dripping from my voice.

"WAIT! You can't go!" What is with this girl's mood swings?

"How long have I slept here?"

"You've clearly needed the rest, using that magic would exhaust anyone. Plus we've noticed that you take a break after rounds of strenuous crime fighting." 'Cause that's not creepy at all.

"Ok, you guys need to figure out what you want. In the mean time, I'm going to get ready to leave." I ignored their protests. "Now, could one of you tell me where the bathroom is?" Alex points to the large cubicle in the back. "Thank you."

I didn't even get a metre away from them before they started discussing in hushed whispers.

"We should ask her!"

"No, what we should do is respect her and her privacy."

"She's being ridiculous! We can help her!"

"Not if she doesn't want it, plus, what have we done to how that? She's seemed uncomfortable since she woke up!"

"That's not our fault!"

"How would you feel if you woke up in a stranger's house, with said strangers trying to keep you from leaving?" That had shut her up, leaving her fuming.

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I had just finished with my, ahem, business, and ventured out, noticing the twins weren't anywhere in sight. Maybe this was their way of saying I was free to leave? I spot a note on the floor near my feet.

If you want food, meet us downstairs.

How eloquent, it almost sounds like they're keeping it hostage. My stomach growls in protest. Guess I have no choice then. I'm off to rescue the food from my saviours then. Speaking of which, what actually happened that day?

I make my way back to the basement, fuelled by curiosity and hunger. Mostly hunger though. I can already smell the food, some glorious type of tomato-y goodness, like boleneigse.

Both twins were huddled over one of the computers, plates of spaghetti on laps, and I can spot the familiar banner of the Silver scroll on the screen.

"So where's this food at?" Both jump. I'm starting to enjoy scaring them, almost more than I do Tara. Almost. "And also you can help me?" Both of them are gaping at me, mouths and eyes wide.

"You-you can read minds?"

"He, sure... You guys weren't exactly subtle."

"Well then, we should start our proposal." I raise an eyebrow. "We want to be your guys in the chair." Huh?

"What on earth does that mean?"

"You know, the guy in the chair, the person in the movies who assists the superhero, warning them of incoming threats and managing surveillance and stuff like that."

"Firstly, you are aware that this isn't a movie, and secondly, you guys want to do that." Enthusiastic nodding. "For me?" More nodding, making them resemble bobble heads. "Why?"

"Simply put, you help people, and we admire you and also want to help people, but it's hard for us to do that, so we wan't to help you help people."

"I don't know, I wouldn't want to put you in danger." Plus it's not fair to all of my family and friends, who have no idea I'm doing this. But at least I know where the twins stand with all this.

"Which is why we'll stay here, helping you from afar, and calling you when there is trouble." Alex chimes in next.

"Yeah! This can be like your base of operations!"

"Ok, ok, I'm in, but only for a trial run, got it?" More bobble head imitation. "But there's one problem."

"What?"

"I don't have a phone."