Ann looked up at Samuel and her eyes slowly came back into focus. “If she’s one of those Esper things, we should tell them which way she went! She’s dangerous! We just saw how dangerous!”<br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br/><br/>It wasn’t until Christine came to the dark, empty house that she remembered that her Uncle was not around anymore. Not sure where to go or what to do, she used her powers to move the metal piece and unlock the door. It took a lot of focus, but she was acting on impulse and instinct rather than properly thinking things out. As she stood in what was once the living room, now empty and musty with dust motes drifting through the sunlight that streamed in through the un-curtained windows, she looked around her as if in shock. Her eyes reached Argent, and she heard herself saying “I lost your container. I will have to find some place to put you,” but she didn’t understand her own words.<br/><br/>The next thought that hit her was that she couldn’t go home. She knew she was in a lot of trouble. She had broken a dozen promises and let loose her two most important secrets. She broke things and almost hurt people. There was no getting out of this, no fessing up to it. She couldn’t deal with the consequences, not all of the horrible punishments that came to her mind. Curling up in the middle of the dusty floor, she had the thought that she should just stay there. She would hide away in her uncle’s house.<br/><br/>Perhaps things could calm down. Yes. They would. They had to. Taking a deep breath, Christine let out a shiver as her nerves calmed. She reasoned things out. She needed to go back home and talk with Mother. Maybe with Father as well. Closing her eyes, she meant to only stay there a moment. She only wanted a minute to rest, but as the shock left her body she felt exhausted and drifted off to sleep.