Helena listened, her blouse still bunched in her hand.  It was a good story, but she didn't buy the details.  Too many holes.  Too much evidence, in her mind at least, said otherwise.<br/><br/>"We all have our demons."  Helena sympathized neutrally as she stared out at the passing cars so she didn't have to look at Mark.  It was hard to stay focused, given what she had done and what she was about to do, but she refused to let that distract her.  "I'm surprised they haven't tried to seize control from you, some villains have scary powers.  I," she stumbled a little on the next word, "read about a guy who could control minds not long back.  Or that crazy robo-tentacle guy."