As, Taylors 30 second trip down memory lane ended, he listened to th coversations with fear. Something bad was coming. And now he had to choose fight or flight, honor or cowardice. He wondered what he would fight with. What was it that would keep him going. Family, friends, 'the greater good'. None of those, he would fight for a chance to live, to be a semi-normal college kid. "Okay so let's hypothesize for a moment here. If we were to fight, how would we fight it? Are we like the power rangers in which we just magically gained powers?" He was quiet but loud enough to be heard, but has he finished his sentence he had a new idea. "Okay, new theory. Do any of you have lives with powers or impressive skills? For example, one of mine was an archer, another had healing powers." If he was right, they were headed a whole new realm of trouble.