She woke up before the rest of her senses, for a moment she panicked as she tried to take control of her petrified body.

“She’s coming around’’ she heard Logan said.

"Omotola can you hear me?" she heard Binta cried, “Follow my voice, don’t let go.’’

“Will you keep quiet,’’ Logan’s voice snapped, “don’t distract her, she needs time to take back control of her body.’’

Following Logan’s advice, she willed her body back into motion and was rewarded as she felt her legs began to twitch; soon she was able to pull herself up.

“You’re doing good Omo,’’ another voice she couldn’t identify said soothingly, “pull out the catheter carefully guys, she’s already choking.’’

Omotola coughed as she willed her eyes open.

She was waist deep in a pod filled with some sticky fluid, the fluid were all over her body, gulping precious oxygen, she sobbed in relieve as she felt her wings stir behind her, the feathers sticky with goo, her bleary vision focused on a relieved but tired looking Logan, Binta, and Obiora.

“I’m naked,’’ she said. They all chuckled.

“Here get down, let’s get you covered,’’ Amaka held a lab coat towards her.

“Where’s Babybaby?" she asked with a hoarsed voice.

“With Shettima, getting Orchid from her pod,’’ Obiora said glaring at Amaka. She doesn’t want to be near this gossipmonger.’’

“You sold us out,’’ Omotola hissed, batting away Amaka’s hand as she offered her a towel.

“She did what she thought was best,’’ Logan said, “now that she has realised her error, finding out where you were all incarcerated and aiding me in rescuing you was all her doing.’’

“We wouldn’t be here in the first place if it wasn't because of her,’’ Binta grumbled as she helped Omotola into her cloths.

“I’m going to kill Doctor Mugabe’’ Omotola croaked, shivering as pins and needles invaded her long unused muscles.

“You will have to get in line,’’ Obiora chuckled joylessly. “my own pod had me thinking I was a superstar footballer playing for Orlando pirates football club in South Africa, and dating a gorgeous movie star.’’

“At least you and Binta were easy to convince,’’ Logan grimace painfully, i had to fight off knights before i could pull Babybaby out of her father’s castle in Disneyland.’’

“How do they come by this? Omotola bobbed her head towards the hideous machine.

“Dammy; Logan said.

“Sorry who?”

“Her name was Dammy, she was a powerful telepath, her power dwarfed both Orchid’s suggestion ability and Shettima’s mind reading, she was able to manifest alternative realities at will. Before she overloaded, her powers must have been replicated into these.’’

They watched him in silence as he stared painfully at the device, remembering the children he grew up with, the first set of 5th generation children.

As soon as Omotola was strong enough to waddle, he led them down the lengthy lab towards Orchids pod. Shettima’s eyes were closed as he held unto Orchid’s head.

“What is taking you so long Shettima, we don’t have much time.’’

“She doesn’t want to let go,’’ Babybaby replied instead as she hugged Omotola.

“Reminding me of somebody,’’ Binta scoffed, and then yelped as Babybaby kicked her.

Just then the alarms shrilled as the facility warning systems came back on, Binta must have been giving them operational difficulties until she was cut off, distracted by Babybaby’s kick. Cursing, Logan hurried over to join Shettima.

“I have to assist him, the longer she lingers in that reality the more her real memory fades, she must be in a beauty pageant for miss world or something.’’

“Spoilt brat!” Binta hissed at Babybaby, rubbing her hurting shin as her grey pupils turned silver, trying to get back control of the security system, the air ionized around her, “too late; they're already on to us but I can get them off this place for a while.’’

“This is the first place they would look; Obiora cuts in, “after all we are responsible for 80% alarm system situations in this institute.’’

Just then, Orchid sprang forward, raging as she ripped off the conical shaped cerebral cap from her head, the many probes sticking out of her and then pulled out the catheter from her throat.

’’How long?’’ She sputtered coughing.

“Two weeks,’’ Logan answered.