The rest of the night was rather quiet. Anna didn't have to bother about staying at the warehouse-cum-lair like she planned on her way there. Almost like the universe wanted to make up for the really bad luck she'd experienced the entire night, Anna didn't get any trouble, not from Fisher and definitely not from the man she'd saved. Anna was grateful for that, because right now, she couldn't lift a spoon if she tried.

It wasn't physical exhaustion though, she was in peak condition in that regard. However they worked, her powers had healed her completely, she had no scars or injuries whatsoever. What caused her mental fatigue was what Fisher did last night. How he killed... Shit. Shit. Anna couldn't bring herself to actually say the words. The looks of fear and betrayal on the faces of the men haunted her all night, depriving her of whatever amount of sleep she could have had.

It was five in the morning, and in her bed, she laid, turning over and over. Her mind was unsettled. She kept feeling guilty over what happened last night even though she wasn't the one who ordered their deaths or the one who killed them. Anna felt guilty about not being able to save them even though they were criminals who were trying to kidnap her and had planned do all sort of nasty things to her in the event that they did.

Fuck! She screamed in her head.

Carter had to go down for this. At least, after fighting the other criminals who Fisher... Fisher had murdered in cold blood, whose thoughts Anna could read, she was sure they were all Carter Grayson's men. Carter sent those men to kill Donna at the warehouse and destroy the copy of the video which they failed to do, so he sent Fisher instead to finish the job and tie up loose ends, and the man succeeded in do so. Carter was tied to both attacks. The thing was, Anna couldn't prove that he was. That was the problem. She couldn't go to the police and be like, 'Hey, Carter Grayson's the man behind the gang attacks. Oh you wanna know how I know? I'm a telepath'. Anna had tried a variation of that last night and the response she received was far from what she had expected. So no, she couldn't talk to the police about any of this. Talking with them would come later, after she had veritable proof of Carter Grayson's criminal deeds.

She had to think of a way to get proof that Carter Grayson was a bad guy. One that didn't involve anymore deaths; criminals and police officers alike. She could probably try to find Aiden, the guy from the video, but she was pretty sure it was a dead end like the video itself. After seeing what Alex Fisher did to those men, she was quite sure that everybody in that video was either six feet under, at the bottom of a river or had simply gone missing (like Donna's brother had). The point was, they were of no use to her so she quickly dismissed that idea. Interrogating the man that she had tied to a wall, back at her lair suddenly came to mind. Yeah, that could work, she just had to make him think about Carter Grayson or the things he'd done for him, and she'd get what she needed to start a decent investigation from there.

So that was the new plan; getting information, that could lead to finding dirt on Carter Grayson, from the man she'd rescued, and giving that to the police. It was a plain and simple plan, one that had strong odds of not amounting to anything, but it was also the best plan she could think of after lying in bed for four hours thinking about one.

And that was she needed to put her disturbed mind to sleep. Simply having a plan that stood a chance of getting Grayson behind bars, relaxed her mind and she slept... For a really long time.

Thankfully, Anna didn't have nightmares about what occurred at the station. She didn't dream about anything for that matter. She just slept until the sunlight, from the open window she'd used to get in last night, and the loud-enough, but gentle knock, followed by the deep, bass voice of the guard outside her door, woke her up.

“Miss Albert, it's nine-thirty,” the voice said.

That single sentence, removed whatever iota of sleep the knock on the door, and direct sunlight to her eyes hadn't taken away already.

Right. Today was Sunday and her father was at home. Those two things meant that she couldn't afford to lie in bed any longer than she had already. If they were back at her father's mansion, Grace or Floella would wake her up around six-thirty, reminding her that Sunday was family day; the day she was required to eat breakfast and dinner with her Dad and step mom. But she wasn't at the mansion and her personal maids weren't with her. So in order to avoid any trouble, Anna told the guard outside to alert her thirty minutes prior to breakfast time.

“Thanks, Bobby.” She said out loud as she quickly got up from her bed and arranged it.

Her room, right now, was the neatest it's been since she got her powers.. The black rug on the floor close to her bed was tidied and positioned properly, plain blue bedsheets dressed the queen sized bed beautifully. Her clothes were in the right place and the contents on her side drawer next to the wardrobe were arranged. Her costume from last night was carefully hidden (in a polyethylene bag she'd bought yesterday) behind the wardrobe. Her room finally looked like a room. Everything looked the way it should.

It was when Anna had walked out of her room, headed for the bathroom, and heard Louis Armstrong's What A Wonderful World play downstairs that she realise that her father was really at home. The old man wasn't lying when he said he'd be at home for the next two weeks. He really meant it.

Just great, Anna thought as she entered the bathroom.

Letting the warm water from the shower run over her pale white skin (after brushing, of course), Anna thought about how difficult it was going to be to sneak out of the house without being noticed for the next two weeks. She was only starting to get used to her mind control power. She was getting the hang of the power but that didn't make her a hundred percent sure she could use it whenever she wanted to. Okay, calm down, Anna, there was no need to bother about this now. That would happen later. Making a mental note to think of a way to sneak out of the house later, Anna dismissed the thought and finished her bath.

Dressed in white leggings, a pastel yellow strapless top and a jacket that was suited for the weather, Anna headed downstairs to meet her parents at the dinning table.

“Uh, we headed anywhere, dad?” she asked seeing the way her parents were dressed. Mr. David Albert was wearing an Italian suit while Claire was wearing a simple dark green, fitting gown that stopped before her knee while she sat beside her husband watching the television with him. “If you want, I could go change.”

“No Anna, there's no need to.” Looking at his wife briefly before facing Anna, he continued. “Claire and I are headed somewhere. We just wanted to have breakfast with you before we left.”

“That's great!” Seeing the looks on their faces, she added, “I mean, it's fine. I'm actually headed somewhere too. Don't worry, I'm gonna be home before six, I promise.”

Sighing, the dark haired man replied, “Lets eat then.”

And they did. They went to the dinning area, sat and had a nice breakfast. It was a nice idea really, for them to eat together. Her family needed it. There was a lot of conversation between them, about different topics; school, Claire's job, and tidbits of mayoral stuff her father could discuss about. He was less angry about her mess earlier this week but he was definitely still bothered by it. So much that he even managed to find a way to mention it in their conversations more than once. But all in all, it was nice meal, and a great time spent together.

Having one of the guards clear the dinning table after they were done, Anna headed to her room to get her backpack. Taking her costume out of the place she had hidden it, Anna stuffed it in her backpack before heading back downstairs.

There, she met her parents watching the television. The song that had been playing was lowered and everyone (guards included, although they tried not to show it) had their attention fixed on the television screen.

“...Eye witnesses claim that the explosion was heard from the station, around eleven pm,” the brunette female reporter said, as she gestured to the building behind her. The same building Anna had been in the night before. “Although the intention is still unknown, the perpetrators destroyed the offices on the ground floor, and set several rooms on the second floor on fire, one of which Included the evidence room. According to the police, nothing was salvageable from the fire. With none confirmed dead and several injured, the perpetrators still remain at large with their identities unknown. The citizens of Redstone are yet to receive a mayoral response. Back to you, Trent.” With that, the camera shifted from the woman to the man in the studio who continued talking about what the woman had just reported.

Okay. So the police failed to mention that they actually knew Fisher was responsible for the explosions, or the fact that there were actual deaths last night. They obviously wanted it to remain hidden. Anna was okay with that since it worked in her favour though. Not mentioning Fisher or the deaths meant that she wasn't mentioned as well. And that meant that the public didn't know anything about her yet. And that was something she was really grateful for. Anna wasn't really sure about her dad but she had a feeling that Claire would easily figure out it was her in that costume if a picture of her had been displayed or an accurate description of her had been given.

She was really glad she didn't have to find out.

Suddenly, the knock on the door broke her line of thoughts. It wasn't exactly the noise that broke her thoughts but the fiery presence she felt the very moment they knock was heard. it was so great that she nearly reflexively formed a forcefield.

Anna hadn't felt anything like it before. No wait, she had. It was exactly the same as Prince's presence. This person aura was exactly like the aura of man who tried to kill her two weeks ago. Wait, could Prince have found out where she lived? No he couldn't have, there was no way he could have. If he knew all along he would have attacked since then. There was no way it was him.

Right?

“Anna, go answer the door,” her father said as he dropped the phone call he'd been on. He sounded as though he had felt the presence too. He didn't sound scared though, he sounded dangerous, almost feral. Like he was ready to pounce on anyone who came through that door.

Anyways, Anna pushed down the feeling of dread that had suddenly overcome her and walked toward the door, forming a brass knuckle forcefield.

Reaching the door and opening it, she saw a man. He was dressed in a navy blue suit and in his right hand, he held a black gemstone. Anna recognised him immediately.

“You guys are ready to leave already?” the man asked, smiling at Anna. “And here I was thinking I could grab breakfast with you guys.”