The old lady, Edith Olivers, had truly never been so confused in her life.

David stood in front of her, eyes wide with fear, calling her mom. Edith was sure she only had one son, and his name was Jake, and in some special occasions, Jacob. Edith recalled that her youngest daughter had always been a bit on the Tom boy side, but this was something unrecognizable.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” David’s voice displayed so much fear that it made Michael instinctively nervous, almost protective.

Edith stood on the bottom step of the porch, unsure what to do. This man was calling her mother. She stared at him, and blinked a few times. Now that she really looked at him, he did resemble someone she knew. Her daughter, Caitlyn, looked a lot like him.

“Caitlyn?” Edith asked, bringing herself to the second step. She looked up and down at David, trying to find familiarity within him. She was looking for something that, for a long time, hasn't existed in David. He wasn't a Caitlyn. Not by any stretch.

“Yes, well, not anymore. It's David now, I’m transgender.” David stumbled to explain to his mother. Edith’s mouth was left open, gaping at the explanation she was receiving.

David didn't explain anymore, but he did have the decency to invite her into his house. David held his hand palm up to invite her in, not saying a word.

There was a reason David hadn't told his mother. He wasn't afraid of getting rejected, well he was a little, but the main part was that he just didn't feel comfortable around people who would struggle to understand. David didn't like to explain it. He just wanted to be as he was, no explanation required.

“Transgender? A man? Marrying another man?” Edith was trying her best to stay calm. She had always assumed that her daughter was simply too busy to see her, being in the publishing industry and all. That wasn't the case at all.

“He is my mate, Mrs. Olivers.” Michael cut in, as of right on cue. Michael disliked any difficult situations, and when all possible, he avoided them. This was different though; he couldn't avoid it. This was David they were talking about here.

Edith lifted herself up the last step and walked in through the front door. She placed herself in the kitchen near the small dining room that the kids sat at for breakfast most days. David and Michael came in, but before they could shut the door, they heard voices calling their names.

“David! Michael! Bear is being weird again!” Naomi yelled, running down the sidewalk, Mael in her arms and Bear was holding her right hand. Michael noticed even from such a distance that Bears eyes were straight white, no pupils left.

Michael used his super speed to grab Bear and carry him back to the house, setting him down at one of the chairs next to Edith, who had just sat down herself.

Ignoring Edith’s disgusted look, Michael kneeled down beside Bear and shook him a few times. David took Mael from Naomi when they reached the house, and David shut the door behind them.

Bear hadn’t blinked since nearly five minutes ago. He whispered softly to himself, his mouth never completely closing. Edith stared in horror when she saw the young boys voided eyes. Michael tried a harsher tactic to get Bear to come back, by slapping his cheek gently and snapping in front of his eyes. The hope to catch the young psychics attention was failing, yet again.

“What triggered it this time?” David said to Naomi, who was already digging around the cupboards for something. What David meant was, what had caused Bear’s vision to happen this time. When Bear saw something or touched something that related to a vision, he’d be thrown into seeing it, and even experiencing it in some extreme cases.

“It was coarse salt,” Naomi dug through the bottom draw and pulled out a cylinder container labeled coarse salt. Michael, once again, used his super speed to grab the salt from Naomi and then bring it back over to Bear, spreading it out in his hand, and showing it to Bear.

Something happened that they hadn't seen since the time Bear made a prediction about a monster that would attack Undertown. A vision he had predicted that hundreds would die from such a monster, and even during the vision, Bear had cried.

Bear started to cry silently, as his eyes rolled back into his head and wavered in his chair.

“Daddy!” He said, bursting out in tears and launching himself onto Michael. David took a deep breath and thanks the heavens that Bear was okay.

They had spoken to other Psychics before, but none had ever been trapped in visions like Bear was. Neither Michael nor David knew what to do, or knew whether it would get worse or not. Bear always described them as being stuck in nightmares, which is understandable.

“Daddy? You have children? Since when?” Edith looked at Michael, and then back to David, who shrugged his shoulders.

“Mom, I think you should try and understand, it's been over ten years since we saw each other, there's a lot that has changed.” David tried to explain, but Edith wouldn’t accept that as an answer.

“No- I understand perfectly. Why don't you unpack my bags in the guest room, I’d like to stay a few nights.” Edith said, not giving David a chance to fight against her.

Michael gave David a smug look, knowing perfectly well that David definitely didn't want her here. It had been a romantic night, and David had planned to make it a romantic morning, but that was ruined by the serious amount of commotion.

It was going to be a long few days if she was staying here.