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A:

"Stop," Alieen shouted. "This is the last time we can meet. I'm sorry, A."

As I stand in the desert and stare, I replay all of Alieen's words.

"I mean, isn't this what we all wanted," she said. "Stop! Don't come near! I'm sorry, A."

I then start to see Alieen before my eyes. She was the first thing I saw after falling off Diana's car and waking up. She was the first person to welcome me with open arms. She gave me clothes and food, despite not knowing me. No, despite knowing me. Despite knowing me and what I am capable of, she still offered me help.

"You are who you choose to be," Alieen once told me. "The past is important, yes, but it doesn't determine the future."

I remember clearly the sound of Alieen laughing as I watch that 'Tremor' movie.

All of these memories are running through my head, flashing before my eyes at an unmatched speed. I keep staring into the empty desert. I keep looking at where the van was. I keep waiting for something to happen.

"Maybe I will see the van again. Maybe the others will come back."

I keep watch. I keep standing. I keep waiting, but nothing happens. It is like time had stood still. The wind is quiet. The sands are not moving. Everything is stuck in its place. Finally, I sigh. My shoulders drop and I feel so tired all of a sudden. All my energy is gone without any warning.

"Alieen is not lying," I think. "She is telling the truth. No, it cannot be! She would not just leave me. Would she?"

Voices are battling each other in my head. They are all screaming and shouting at each other. Some of them are telling me that Alieen had not abandoned me, that she will come back. Others are telling me that Alieen had abandoned me and that she will not come back.

I scream as I slam my hands against my head.

"Ahh! This is worst than the headaches! All of you! Shut up!"

I raise one of my hands before slamming it down into the sand. This causes an eruption that shoots sand everywhere. As the sand rains down, I look around and see all the boxes Alieen left me. They are tipped over, with some clothing falling out.

"Oh no."

Getting up to my feet, waving the sand away, I run to the boxes. I first put the boxes back into their upright position. The box with the canned foods is fine but since the box with clothing was opened and some of them fell out, I decide I have to do something.

"Come on," I say, grabbing one of the clothing. As it turns out, the box is filled mostly with spare shirts and even more jackets. "Come on! Come on!"

I shake the shirts and jackets around, trying to get rid of the sand. Despite how much I shake the shirts and jackets, there is still sand in them. I look up and see the sand from the eruption.

"It still raining!"

My teeth push against each other as I watch more sand fall onto the clothes. I scream and swing my hand. I grab all the raining sand with my mind and throw it away. I then shake the shirt again.

"Come on," I repeat. "Come on! Why do you still have sand in you!"

Even without the raining sand, there is still sand in the shirt. It keeps on falling and falling, no matter how much I shake the shirt.

"Sand! Sand! Sand! Nothing but stupid, stupid sand!"

I scream as I rip the shirt in two! I scream as I grab all the jackets and shirts with sand in them and rip them! I tear them to shreds and throw them onto the sand. Inhaling deeply, I then pull back my hand.

I feel the power flowing into the palm of my hand. It combines into a fireball that I throw at the shreds of clothing. The sky once again erupts with sand but this time, there are bits of burning fabrics and glass mixed with it.

As I stand there in the rainstorm of sand, glass, and burning wool, I realize there is nothing I can do. Even with all my powers, with everything I can do, this is something I have no control over.

I breathe in and out as I look around. I am still alone. A single boy living in a destroyed gas station. I exhale again before using my power to carry the remaining boxes inside. I walk over the fallen chain-linked fence, past the scorch marks, and through the dusty door. I close the door, set the boxes down, and start to look through them.

Matt:

I scream when someone claps his hands right in my face. Stepping back, I trip over something and fall onto my butt.

"Ouch," I cry, looking up. There, I see Chris standing in front of me. "Chris? What was that for?"

Chris rolls his eyes and shakes his head before offering me his hand. I take it and Chris pulls me back to my feet.

"That," Chris says, putting up his finger. "Was for not answering me despite calling your name five times. Come on. I need your help. I can't move all these CDs by myself. Grab a box."

I watch as Chris grabs a large box before walking out of the storage area. I grab a large box and follow him. The two of us walk over to the romance section of the video store. As Chris opens the box and starts to stock the shelf, I start to do the same.

"Matt," Chris says. This time, he snaps his fingers in front of me.

"Will you please stop that," I say, slapping Chris's hand away.

"Matt," Chris slowly says. He reaches forth and grabs one of the CDs I stocked. As Chris holds it in front of me, I realize why Chris is mad.

"This isn't 'The Fault in Our Stars'. This is 'Assassin's Creed Unity'."

"Opp. My bad."

I chuckle as I take the game and put it back into the box. I then carry the box to the right section, the video game section, and stock them there.

Alfred:

I sigh as I slam my head into my knuckle. I tap the butt of my eraser against my desk as I stare at the piece of paper in front of me.

"What to do," I ask myself. "What to do? What to do?"

With everything that happened, I practically forgot about my homework for class. The design for a pretend city block is due in only a few days and I barely have a house down.

Sighing again, I take a deep breath through my nose. I then exhale, blowing away all the eraser dust before drawing a building. It takes a few minutes but when I'm done, I examine it.

"Oh," I say, realizing what I drew. It was a gas station. It was a boarded-up gas station with a rusted fence and out of services pumps.

I curse myself as I erase the gas station.

Alieen:

"Hey Alieen," Diana says, tapping my shoulder.

"Hmm," I moan, looking up. "Oh, hey Diana. What's up?"

"Nothing much," Diana repeats. "Except, what is up with you lately? I'm sorry to say this, but you have been looking like absolutely awful for a while now. You've been dragging your feet all half-paying attention to everything."

"What are you talking about? Diana, I'm fine."

Diana rolls her eyes at me. She then points at something. I look down at where Diana is pointing and seeing a big bag of dog food.

"Oh shoot," I say. I look nearby to see all the dogs of the animal shelter barking and climbing up their pens. I slap myself on the face.

"Oh sorry about this little guys."

I open the cages and give the dogs their breakfast. As I feed the dogs, Diana joins me. Together, we feed all the dogs and put the bag away.

"I'm serious," Diana says after locking the closet door. "You've been acting weird since that day we got lost in the desert. What's happened out there?"

"You were there," I answer. "You don't remember."

Diana stops for a minute and taps her chin.

"For some reason, I can't. I remember accidentally driving into the desert but after that, it's like someone wipes my memory clean. Weird, right?"

"Yeah," I say, "Weird."

Diana sighs again.

"Fine. Don't tell me, but maybe you'll tell her."

"Her?" Her who?"

"Go to the front desk and you'll find out. I'll take the dogs for a quick walk around the backyard. See ya."

With that, Diana leaves me. A little curious now, I walk out of the back and to the front desk. There, I see Leia sitting in a chair in the waiting room.