Kyte carried Porter into the kitchen. He placed Porter on the bench and went over to the fridge.

Porter touched the bench surface. It was made from stone, not polished or altered in any way. Over the benches, there were cupboards made of the same stone. The bench was covered in different appliances, the microwave looked the oldest, everything else looked new.

The kitchen was huge, as if it was used to make meals for hundreds of people.

Kyte placed two plates next to Porter and started making some sandwiches.

When he was finished, he handed both to Porter and picked him up. Kyte had made enough for a family of ten.

Kyte took him back into the med bay, where everybody else still sat. Kylie was telling Jessica stories about Porter when they were younger, stories Porter didn’t remember.

Once Porter was on the bed, he placed the plates on the table between his bed and Jessica’s. Kylie eagerly took a sandwich and dug in, even Nia walked over and took one, sitting at the end of Jessica’s bed as she ate.

“You don’t want any?” Kyte asked as he grabbed one too.

“No, I’m not hungry.” Porter replied. Looking at the food, he knew it would taste good, but he felt sick at the thought of eating.

Kyte shot him a worried glance before beginning to eat again.

“Okay, let’s give them some space. It’s been a long day.” Nia said after the plates had been emptied. Everybody but Porter and Jess shuffled out of the room. Nia closed the door as she left, leaving an uncomfortable silence behind her.

“So… about what I said.” Jess spoke, breaking the silence. “I shouldn’t have said it, it was bad timing and I wasn’t thinking properly.” She looked away from Porter, ashamed.

“I’m sorry too. I don’t feel that way about you, I… I like someone else.” He told her.

Jess sighed in relief. “That’s good. I was really hoping you didn’t like me back.” She smiled.

“Why?” Porter was taken aback. He didn’t expect her to react like that.

“I have a lot of things to work out right now. It’s not the best time for a relationship.” She fiddled with her nail. “I need to feel comfortable in my own skin first.”

Porter didn’t understand. “How are you uncomfortable?” he tried his best to look supportive so she’d feel comfortable enough to talk to him.

“Have you ever felt different? Like you were born in the wrong body?” Jess asked. She looked incredibly uncomfortable.

“Yes, I have. Probably not the way you do but go on.” He replied.

“Oh yeah, I forgot you lost your memories for a second there.” She laughed nervously. “What I’m trying to say is, I don’t feel like a girl. I, um…” she took a deep breath and found the courage to say, “I am a boy.”

The panicked look in her eyes was powerful enough to make Porter feel panicked.

“Don’t worry. I support you.” He smiled, hurrying to say something before she got the wrong idea. “I mean, it would be hypocritical of me not to…” he realised that she didn’t know about him and Kyte yet. To late to take it back now.

“Hypocritical how? Are you lgbt or something?” she asked, looking keen to know someone similar to her.

“Yes, but I don’t remember what exactly I am.” He thought. Was he gay or something else?

“You forgot?” she said empathetically. “I’d hate to forget and have to start all over again.”

“So, have you come out to anybody else?” Porter asked. He noticed that Jess was looking a lot better than she was before, both emotionally and physically.

“Yeah, just my parents. They didn’t react too well. Which is why I live with my aunt now.” She told him, her face souring. “She told me not to change my appearance until I’m 18. Because then I’ll be old enough to move out and my parents won’t be able to do anything about it.” She looked excited about the idea of that.

“How old are you?” Porter asked Jess. He could have sworn that she was already 18.

“I’m 17, turning 18 in two months. I don’t have long to go.” She gleamed.

“Are you going to come out to anyone else?” he asked. “Are you going to go by a different name?”

Jess was glad to have another person on her side. She thought for a second. Who else would she tell?

“I don’t know anybody else, at least not yet. I’m probably going to get to know everybody in this cave since I’m stuck here for a while. I will tell them eventually.” She paused. “I was thinking about Jessy as my name. It’s not to far from my birth name, so it will be easy to get used to. It’s a unisex name so it’s not too feminine, actually I only think of Jessy as a boy name, so most people probably would as well.” She told him, gradually becoming more sure of herself. “I’ll tell you when to start using male pronouns, but I guess you could start calling me Jessy instead of Jess. It’s not that big of a difference.”

“I can do that.” Porter smiled, receiving a grin ten times more powerful in return. “So, you look like your feeling a lot better.”

Jessy looked over herself. “Yeah! I’m feeling normal again.” Her happiness tuned down a few levels. “That’s not a good thing though. Am I a werewolf now?” she panicked.

“I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Nia.” Porter told her. He did sense something different about her though. There was a strange air of power around her that wasn’t there at work. He didn’t want to be the one to tell her she wasn’t human anymore. That was a job for someone who actually knew about the supernatural world.