Zoey All and Alice Endman were the same girl.

"I can't believe this," Hero said. "Alice Endman was Zoey this entire time. Misty kidnapped Alice, then changed her name to Zoey. That explains why Zoey reminds me of Holly and Archer. She's their daughter. She's Alice Endman."

Zoey didn't have a Soynite Box. That was because Misty hadn't bothered to take it. The woman had needed her hands free so she could hold baby Alice better on the night of the kidnapping.

Zoey didn't wear a Soynite pendant. Because Misty couldn't let people identify her pendant as Alice's pendant.

Zoey looked like she could be related to Holly, Archer, and Boris Endman. Because she was related to them.

Zoey's kidnapper, Misty Windsore, abused her. Because she had hated the deceased Boris. It made sense for her to have the need to hurt his family.

Zoey had been born on the same day as Alice. Because she was the kidnapped girl.

Misty's hatred for Boris had given her the motive to steal his grandchild from the Endman family. No matter how much Misty showed Zoey affection, that didn't change the fact the woman was the prime suspect in Alice Endman's kidnapping.

Hero was sure. He was sure Misty had taken Alice Endman before renaming her Zoey All.

Zoey had the right to know who she was.

The Exchanger boy had to tell her and the others. He had to tell them the abused Zoey and the kidnapped Alice were the same person.

Zoey would deny the truth. Misty, knowing the truth, would deny she had kidnapped Boris's granddaughter. The tiring predictability of it all made Hero groan in frustration.

He grabbed his Soynite gun, then left.

After he rushed into the room where he had left his siblings and his friend Zoey, Hero landed his gaze on Boris Endman's granddaughter.

"Alice, we're leaving!" Hero said. "You and my brothers and sisters! Come on!"

Misty and Alice didn't stop holding each other. They hugged. They hugged as Hero remained armed.

"Put that gun away," Crammer said, standing next to the sofa Alice and Misty sat on.

"Hero, what are you doing?" Macy said.

Hero aimed the gun at Misty's head. Alice screamed and the embrace broke. She stood. Then she moved between the laser gun and her kidnapper.

Crammer took a step toward Hero. The Exchanger took aim.

"Stay back!" Hero said. "Alice, move out of the way!"

"My name is Zoey!" Alice said.

Misty grabbed Alice's arm, moved in front of the girl she had kidnapped sixteen years ago. The woman spread her arms.

"Mother!" Zoey said. "He'll shoot you!"

"It's okay, Zoey," Misty said. "Hero, what is this all about? And you should stop calling Zoey Alice. That isn't her name."

"Yes, it is!" Hero said. Macy stood. Their siblings stood. They gathered near their eldest brother. "Zoey isn't Zoey! She's Alice. She's Alice Endman. You kidnapped her!"

Misty sneered. She glared.

"What makes you believe something so dumb?" Misty said.

"Think about it!" Hero said. "Alice looks like she could be related to the Endmans. Look at her. And she doesn't have a Soynite Box. That's because you wouldn't be able to carry it with a baby in your arms, that baby being Alice. Zoey! You stole her pendant. But you're keeping it hidden. Her birthday is the first of January. Just like Alice. You hated Boris Endman. That clearly shows that you had the motive to kidnap his granddaughter!"

"That makes sense," Sydney said. She pointed at Misty. "You kidnapped Zoey!"

Yes, Sydney. Yes.

"And you abused her," Macy said. "You abused her because you hated her grandfather."

Fantastic, Macy.

"Zoey is Alice," Hero said. "Tell me I'm lying, Misty."

Misty clutched the sofa, donning a scowl that didn't make Hero take a step back. Hero couldn't afford to have fear slithering in him. No. This was no time to be afraid.

"My name is Zoey!" Alice said. "Call me Zoey!"

"Fine!" Hero said. "You're Zoey! Whatever! Misty is your kidnapper, Alice! Zoey!"

His frustration didn't dwarf his wish to hear Misty confess.

"Misty didn't kidnap anyone," Crammer said.

The possible abductor gestured to the man.

"Be quiet, Crammer," the woman said. Crammer crossed his muscular arms and stared at Hero as if he had accused him of being a kidnapper. "Hero had time to think. While I was mourning, Hero realized something interesting."

"I realized the truth," Hero said.

Macy and Wade stood on either side of him. They were his toughest siblings, his deadliest brother and sister.

"Stop pointing that gun at my mother!" Zoey screamed, shouting from behind the woman who had stolen her.

Misty had taken Zoey from her real family.

The lady would confess, because Hero would make her reveal the truth.

"Tell the truth!" Hero yelled at Misty. "Tell everyone here that you kidnapped Alice Endman! Tell all of us that Zoey is actually Alice! Do it, Misty! Now!"

"Mother!" Zoey said, panic and terror engulfing her.

Misty had kidnapped Alice. It had to be the truth.

"It's true," Misty said.

Zoey All, daughter of Holly Endman and Archer Endman, was Alice Endman. She stood behind a kidnapper who pretended to be her mother.

Hero was right.

"What?" Zoey said.

"You heard your mother," Crammer said, the big brute standing near a wall. "You heard what she said."

"Zoey All is Alice Endman," Misty said. "I did kidnap her sixteen years ago. I've been caught. I'm the kidnapper. The girl behind me is Boris Endman's granddaughter. That's the truth."

"Gross kidnapper!" Everett said, even though he had performed a kidnapping.

Zoey's mouth gaped open. She dropped onto the sofa and rubbed her thin arms.

"Why did you take her?!" Hero said.

"Because it's my fate to be Boris Endman's worst enemy," Misty said. "My power to see the future gave me a vision. I saw myself fighting Boris Endman. We were meant to be enemies. Before that, though, I was obsessed with the man."

With his free hand, Hero toyed with his pendant.

"I'm Boris Endman's worst enemy," Misty said. "It's why I had to take Zoey, who was born as Alice Endman. The more Boris gained, the more I had to take. The more people loved him, the more I had to hate him."

The more Misty revealed the truth, the more Hero planned on keeping Zoey from her.

"You're almost as bad as the Pale Monsters," Sydney said.

Sydney understood the Freemans and Misty were monsters in people forms.

Fantastic.

What wasn't fantastic was what Misty had done. Like Hero, she was a kidnapper, a child abductor. Hero and his siblings had snatched a boy out of Freeman turf. They had brought him to Heaven. Misty had taken a girl from her family, her real family. Holly Endman and Archer Endman were Zoey's true parents. Not Misty Windsore.

"No, Sydney," Misty said. "I did what had to be done. You can't fight fate. Hero, you did some thinking. I did some thinking. I no longer believe Boris Endman is dead. His death hasn't been confirmed. I don't see his corpse."

Hero didn't see why Misty didn't deserve to take a laser beam to the hand.

The woman, Zoey's tall abductor, had slapped Boris's grandchild. A less than kind Soynite would fire a laser beam into Misty's skull, which harbored the brain she had used to form her kidnapping plot.

"He's dead," Hero said. "A Freeman said so."

He seethed.

"This conversation doesn't even matter," Hero said. "Zoey, get up. You're going to come with us. We have to take you to your real parents. Holly and Archer love you very much."

The ceiling above was blue like Hero's eyes. Beneath it was a female monster, a brutal woman with a cruel nature.

Holly Endman had given birth to Zoey in a hospital. She had come from a woman with kindness in her.

Wherever Holly was located, she had to hug her daughter. Her husband needed to do the same.

"I love Zoey very much," Misty said. "I fell in love with Boris Endman's grandchild. I've fought her grandfather, but I cared for her. I raised her. You didn't."

"I befriended her," Hero said. "I even kissed her."

It had been such a wonderful kiss. Maybe more kisses with Zoey awaited Hero.

"Zoey, you let this fan of Boris touch you?" Misty said.

The fan of Boris had a friend. She kept her butt on the sofa's softness, not getting up, but she had to get up. Zoey needed to rise.

"Zoey, get up!" Hero said. "Come with us."

"I don't know who I am," Zoey said.

Alice Endman and Zoey were one. They were one girl, one grandchild. Hero could get that girl back to her parents, but she had to stand.

Zoey pressed her hands against her hair. Brown hair. Holly and Archer sported brown hair, and they had genuine love for their daughter. Their reunion with her remained unseen.

Their child would become a hostage.

Soon.

Hero lunged. He grabbed Zoey, forced her to stand. He pressed her against him and aimed his laser pistol at Misty.

"Stay back!" Hero said. He switched his target to Crammer, then aimed at Misty. Hero backed away, holding Zoey hostage. "Both of you need to stay back!"

"Mother!" Zoey shouted.

"It's all right, baby," Misty said.

Misty took a step toward Hero. He placed the gun's barrel against Zoey's temple.

"If you come any closer, I will kill her!" Hero lied.

More frustration slammed into him. He hated this. He hated this. He hated this.

"Hero!" Sydney shouted.

Zoey trembled.

"You should point that gun at your own head," Crammer said.

Hero didn't scowl or sneer or glare, but rage boiled within him as Crammer's anger sizzled. Why did Zoey have to love that man? Why did she have to love Misty?

If Zoey didn't love those harsh people, Hero would bring the greater good.

"Enough!" Misty said. "Take Alice Endman with you, Hero. Crammer will track her down when the time comes. You can't hide from a Bloodhound."

"Mother, no!" Zoey said.

"Crammer will find you," Misty said. She smiled. "He has value, Hero. When I found you, you were a ruined man. Weren't you, my friend? But I gave you a purpose. I gave you what you needed. I gave Zoey what she needed."

"I need to give you a laser beam to the head," Everett said.

"No, Everett!" Zoey said.

Everett, unarmed, couldn't shoot Misty.

"I don't care about Crammer's sob story, you child abuser," Everett said. "I don't care about what you've gone through. You gave Zoey a hard life. If I had my gun, I would kill you."

Misty smiled.

"It's a good day," the woman said, in a tone that made it seem as if she had brought a good day and craved a reward for doing so. "I don't want to get killed on a good day. Show me mercy."

The kidnapper, Zoey's kidnapper, to be exact, not any of the Exchangers, made eye contact with Zoey.

"I'll see you again," Misty said, her voice trembling like her victim. "I promise."

Hero moved his gun.

"Wade, take us back to the spaceship," Hero said. "Teleport us into my bedroom."

They teleported.

Hero's bedroom clad them in sweet familiarity. The Exchangers had returned home. Their hostage, Alice Endman, was in front of Hero, shaking.

She shook hard.

The revelation she was Alice Endman had shaken the Exchanger's mind.

Hero released Zoey, put his gun on the desk.

"You took me away from my mother!" Zoey said. "And you put a gun to my head!"

Hero had placed his pistol against the girl's head, but it had been a necessity.

"Zoey, you're Alice Endman," Macy said. Sunlight touched her long blonde hair. "Misty isn't your mother. Plus, Crammer will find you. Unfortunately. Misty is going to find you."

"Sadly," Everett said.

"Listen, Zoey," Kat said. She approached Zoey and put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "You're Alice. And you're our friend. We're not like Misty."

The Exchangers were not abusers.

But they had kidnapped. Yes, they had liberated and kidnapped a Pure in Washington.

Kat's dark brown eyes pointed at Zoey's face. Then the girl looked at the boy she had shot earlier.

"Hero," Kat said. "I think you should've killed Misty and Crammer."

"No," Zoey said. "I love her. I love both of them."

"That's why I didn't kill Misty and Crammer," Hero said. "I know you love them. I couldn't shoot them."

"Stop being so weak, Hero," Macy said. "Regardless of whether or not Zoey loves them, you should've killed them."

"Stop being rude, Macy," Sydney said.

Macy looked at Zoey.

"What are you going to do about you, Alice Endman?" Macy said.

"We're going to protect her," Wade said. He neared Zoey. His big hand came to her shoulder. "I tried to kill you earlier. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry I caused all of you so much trouble," Zoey said.

"No," Everett said. "We were already in deep trouble when we met you. The Lock Tannis Church hates us. That's one group that will try to kill all of us with no remorse."

Zoey brought herself closer to the window. Sunlight came to her face, a face so wonderful.

"Hero, what do we do now?" Sydney said.

"We keep doing what we've been doing," Hero said, as Zoey gazed through the window. "We're going to do what we can to get Father back."

"Let's do it tomorrow," Kat said. "I'm exhausted."

"There's a woman outside!" Zoey said. "And she's a Soynite!"

If the kidnappers and Zoey were fortunate, that woman wouldn't be Misty or Crammer's friend. Hero had struggled through enough trouble.

"Where?" Wade said.

Zoey stepped aside. Wade approached the window. He searched.

"I don't see anyone," he said.

"She was just there," Zoey said. She turned. "I'm going to go find her."

Hero needed to find a way to keep Misty and Crammer at bay for at least six years. He yearned to spend time with Zoey, without Misty and her best friend meddling.

"We can't stay in this area," Macy said. "Misty said that there's a Freeman base nearby."

The Freeman race, always a pestering constant.

Hero's non-fantastic foes had infested Earth. The Freemans had terrorized Soynites during the invasion, had murdered them, and now they terrorized and murdered Soynites on Earth.

Awful.

"Just go," Zoey said. "I want to meet that woman. I'll find all of you again. Somehow. And I really do hope you find your father."

No, wrongness coursed through the present.

The girl who would sometimes rub her arms when uncomfortable wanted to leave. She planned on it.

"Zoey, you don't have to do this," Hero said. "You want to track down a woman who probably isn't even outside anymore."

"After I find her, I'll find you again," Zoey said. She glanced at the other Exchangers. The girl didn't know what they planned on doing to nine Pures. "I'll find all of you again. I need space. Okay? I need to be away for a bit. Away from all of you."

"I'm offended," Everett said.

He smirked.

"I don't know who I am," Zoey said. "Am I Zoey All? Am I Alice Endman?"

Hero toyed with his pendant.

"I don't even have my pendant," Zoey said. She rubbed her arms with her hands. "I'm going to go away. I have to separate from all of you."

Zoey's words had wrenched away whatever happiness lived in Hero.

"Zoey," Hero said.

Sydney hugged Zoey. Zoey, otherwise known as Alice Endman, hugged the eleven-year-old. Sydney was the second Exchanger who had shown Zoey precious care.

"Thanks for being nice to me, Sydney," Zoey said. "I'm going to miss you."

Sydney had hugged Zoey when Wade, Macy, Everett and Kat preferred to see her dead. The Exchangers now yearned to keep Zoey safe, but the girl wished to separate from the family.

"Zoey," Wade said. He had tried murdering her hours ago. "You don't have to leave."

"I do," Zoey said.

She and Sydney separated from each other. Zoey would soon separate from the Exchangers.

"Be careful, Zoey," Macy said.

She hugged Zoey and the girl, Alice Endman, hugged her back. They separated.

Macy walked out the room.

"We're going to see you again," Wade said. He pointed at Zoey. "We will."

He hugged Zoey. The girl embraced him back, and they separated.

Wade left.

"Good luck, Alice Endman," Everett said. He chuckled. "Zoey All. Whatever. They're both the same girl."

Everett left.

"Don't get killed by the Pale Monsters," Sydney said.

The youngest Exchanger left.

"Watch out for bellmas," Kat said.

A bellma had sunk its teeth into Kat's arm. That had resulted in Hero taking a laser beam to the body. After that, Hero had touched the girl's breasts when blinded and disorientated by a Freeman flash grenade. It had occurred a couple hours ago, but it seemed as if it had been thirty-three years ago. So much had happened today.

The girl who had shot her brother left.

Hero and Zoey stood in the bedroom, alone with each other.

"Are you going to tell me your secret?" Zoey said. "I know you and your siblings are hiding something. You're all so... uncanny."

The uncanny Exchangers.

"I know," Hero said. "But I can't tell you anything. It's for the best."

Hero worked for the greater good.

He had put his gun against Zoey's head for the greater good. The boy had preferred to not let Misty keep Zoey, and he threw spite at Zoey's intent to leave him and his brothers and sisters.

A photograph sat in Hero's pocket. Zoey needed it more than her Exchanger friend did.

Hero pulled a picture from his pocket. It displayed Boris Endman and Alice Endman. Zoey had been born as Alice, Hero now knew.

"Here," Hero said. "I showed you this photograph earlier. I want you to have it. After all, it does show you with your grandfather."

Zoey grabbed the picture. She moved it into her pants pocket.

"Thank you, Hero," Zoey said. "Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome," the Exchanger said.

It seemed as if he hadn't done enough for Zoey. Even though it was clear he had helped Zoey, Hero wanted to do more for her. He had to.

He would.

"You have to catch up to that woman," Hero said. "Goodbye, Zoey."

"I have to kiss you again," Zoey said. "Then we'll hug."

Hero and Zoey neared each other. The Exchanger caressed Zoey's cheek. She put her hands on his shoulders. Eyes were closed. Lips met.

This kiss lasted longer than their first.

It flowed with loving care, precious tenderness. The kiss harbored no awful violence. Hero never intended on bringing harm to Boris Endman's granddaughter.

After the kiss ended, they embraced.

"I'm going to see you again," Zoey said, as she and Hero hugged.

"I know," Hero said, closing his eyes.

When Zoey was gone and away from the spaceship, Hero sat on his bed. He sighed. The breath that left his mouth was hard. Parting with Zoey had been hard. They would have to part from the meadow, they being Hero and his non-absent loved ones.

Hero was the pilot. He was responsible for getting the spaceship to where it had to go.

So, with his father and Zoey's absences cloaking his life, Hero flew the spaceship away from the meadow. He landed it some time later, parking it in a different meadow. The Exchangers were still in Honolulu, Hawaii, but they had distanced themselves from where they had been before.

Hero left the spaceship's bridge. He retreated to his bedroom, which no longer contained Zoey.

As the Exchanger boy sat on the bed, knocking came to his room's open door.

Macy stepped into the room.

The girl had the power to heal wounds, but she didn't have the power to bring back Zoey.

"I said you were being weak," Macy said. "I'm sorry."

"Okay, Macy," Hero said.

Bitter self-disgust coursed through the boy. He had let Zoey leave. Before her departure, the girl had called Hero and his siblings uncanny.

The Exchangers had refused to tell Zoey the truth. It was for the best for her not to learn about Heaven. She couldn't learn about the Exchangers' identities as Pure kidnappers. It could lead to her death. She didn't know what Hero had done. She might never know what the boy had done.

In the day's midst, Hero and Zoey had kissed.

They had kissed twice. The first had happened before Zoey's abuse-laced reunion with her kidnapper. It had been Hero's first kiss. The second kiss had happened not long ago. A goodbye kiss. Zoey had given Hero a kiss goodbye.

Hero was infatuated with Boris Endman's granddaughter.

"I love you," Macy said. She gestured to him, the boy who donned a bitter frown. "I don't want to see you like this."

"Like what?" Hero said.

Macy put her hands on her hips and pinned her attention on the window.

"Is Zoey your girlfriend?" she said.

A smooching noise had been Hero's soundtrack. It wouldn't be horrible to give Zoey another kiss. She wasn't his girlfriend. She could be. That did matter. In spite of Hero's current situation as a Pure kidnapper, he cared about a girl who would despise his identity as a person taker.

Zoey was not Hero's girlfriend.

"No," Hero said. "I want her to be."

"You kissed Boris Endman's granddaughter," Macy said. She smiled. Her seated brother frowned. "I heard what you told Misty. You kissed Zoey."

"Twice now," Hero said.

He gripped his pendant, a gift the Haysen couple had given him long ago. Hero's parents were dead and Zoey was absent. Alice Endman had gone.

"But it doesn't matter," Hero said. "Not now. We're going to hunt down a Pure tomorrow. We have to kidnap nine of them. When that's done, then we can find Father. And we'll be able to stay on Heaven."

Macy sat next to Hero without asking for permission. It was fine. The Earth wouldn't explode if Macy sat next to her brother. The girl rested her head against him, letting blonde locks meet a jacket's blue.

"I miss Father," Macy said.

Hero missed his father and Zoey and the childhood friends he had played with on Soy.

The boy had met his present family inside the Ascend Museum. His biological parents were dead, dead like Boris Endman. Misty, his self-proclaimed worst enemy, had ditched the belief Boris was deceased. Cruelty poured through Misty. The kidnapper had acted as if she were Zoey's mother, and her identity as the girl's parent was false. It had been unreal since the beginning.

Sweet, optimistic, good Zoey. She only harmed people if she had to. Zoey was no Misty.

And Zoey's departure was a bitter memory clouding Hero's mind, the same mind that had solved Alice Endman's kidnapping case.

Misty Windsore doubled as Alice's kidnapper.

Hero didn't miss Misty, Crammer, Bane, or Summer.

"I miss him too," Hero said. Macy kissed his cheek and held his hand. "I love you too, by the way."

Macy smiled and she stopped holding Hero's hand. They were safe. But Hero hadn't murdered Zoey's abductor, and the boy himself was an abductor.

He worked hard at trying not to abuse the innocent.

Even though Hero had forced Vamp into Able Brick and rendered him unconscious, the kidnapper hadn't brought unneeded harm to the boy, the victim.

Hero had cast a kidnapping.

Misty had cast a kidnapping.

Able Brick. He was the boy Hero had taken. The Exchangers had found him in enemy territory, then Hero had flown them to Heaven.

Zoey All. Alice Endman. Misty had taken that girl from her family.

Hero didn't know why Misty hadn't used the Bloodhound Crammer to find her missing husband, but he hadn't forgotten Boone was a High's father.

Lovely Windsore.

Where was she? Were any of the High children she had traveled with Pures?

Regardless of who was and who wasn't a Pure, Hero's enemy was Misty. Her Bloodhound friend was Hero's enemy. The fact Crammer was a Bloodhound who could find Hero towered over the boy, looming.

Six safe seconds passed.

The Exchangers had seen a mansion. They had landed their gazes on it before the spaceship's landing.

If a Pure resided in that home, the Exchangers would take them.

The Exchangers had come to Hawaii as kidnappers.

Away from Hawaii, a woman with the last name Haysen had given birth to a boy named Hero, now sixteen, brother, kidnapper.

The siblings' spaceship was under a blue March sky. So was that mansion.

"We all saw that mansion when we were on the way to this spot," Hero said. "We need to see if any Soynites live there. There might be a Pure we can take."

"One down," Macy said. "Nine more to go."

"If there's a Pure in the mansion, taking them should be easier than the first," Hero said. "We wouldn't be inside a Freeman base. Going into a Freeman base to find our first victim was extremely risky. We had to do it. Even if we didn't find a Pure, we would've killed Freemans. We would've freed any Soynites we found."

Macy grinned.

"I can't wait to kill some more Freemans," she said.

"And you will," Hero said. "We both will. I don't know when, though."

The Freemans.

They weren't the only enemies in Hero's life.

Various Soynites had discarded their pacifism and decided being cruel was better than being kind. Hero had met cruel Soynites.

Bane Sinister.

Summer Sinister.

Misty Windsore.

A cult. Bane had one, and Summer belonged to it, like how Zoey belonged to her true parents. Holly. Archer.

Hero had solved Alice Endman's kidnapping, but that girl, Zoey, had left the people who yearned to reunite her with her real parents. Her false mother had plunged undesirable violence into her life. Hero had handed desirable compassion to Zoey.

Thanks to Zoey, Hero knew what it was like to have actual lip-to-lip contact with a girl. His sisters tended to kiss his cheeks, but Zoey had kissed his lips. It had been wonderful.

Zoey. She was so great. But her absence stuck, and Hero had to cling to the hope he would see her again.

"And we're going to see Zoey again," Hero said.

"I wanted Wade to shoot her," Macy said. "I was wrong. Zoey deserves to live, just like the rest of us. I wish I realized that earlier. You saved her life, Hero. Don't forget that. You're not like Misty."

"I put a gun to Zoey's head," Hero said.

"Because you had to," Macy said. "You did that, but you care about her."

"I kissed Boris Endman's granddaughter," Hero said. "And now that girl left us. She pursued that woman she saw, and now we can't take her back to her real parents. We can't reunite her with Archer and Holly. I wanted to do that. I wanted to see a girl hug her real parents. I can't."

Macy's hand rubbed his back, touching it with care and love, as a person should do to a loved one.

"You'll make that happen, older brother," Macy said. "You and Zoey are big optimists. What you want to happen will happen. Zoey will reunite with her mother and father, her real mother and father."

Archer Endman.

Holly Endman.

Hero knew who those Soynites were, but he had never met them. A girl he cared about was the daughter Archer had produced with his wife, Holly. Archer's father was dead. Boris's self-proclaimed worst enemy had stolen Archer's baby. That was the truth. Did Archer know? Where was he? How did his father die?

"You're right," Hero said. "We're right. I think that Zoey will reunite with Archer and Holly, too. We don't know when that will be. It will be fantastic, though."

It would be, Hero assumed.

He had carried the assumption Misty had kidnapped Alice Endman. Hero had been right.

If he had been wrong, Zoey's original name would be Zoey. But Hero knew the truth, didn't he? He and his siblings had heard a kidnapper's confession.

Hero.

Misty.

They were similar in kind. Misty had slipped into the abductor state. Hero had kidnapped. The boy had kidnapped a person because he needed to reunite with his father. The woman had kidnapped someone because she hated Boris Endman.

Zoey knew Misty had kidnapped her. Yet she loved that lady.

If she became aware Hero had taken a boy against his will, would her care for him fade?

Hero took a deep breath. Like he had done over a thousand times, he toyed with his pendant. He sighed. Macy remained beside him, close.

"Tomorrow we're going to see what that mansion has to offer," the Exchanger boy said.