"I like when the birds sing," Andor answered.

We had been arguing about this for a few hours now. I hate birds. He loves everything, including birds.

We got onto the subjects of birds because meanwhile as we were sitting on the docks, they wouldn't shut up. It started as peaceful, but I could barely start to hear him. A small bird should not be so loud that I can't hear a human being, or a grandson of a god, or whatever they call that.

"They're not singing, they're calling for other birds to mate with. The bird's "singing" is literally just a bunch of animals screaming because they want to have sex"

Andor didn't glare at me, or give me any face. He didn't do that like Jordan did. He just hugged my comments and smothered them in positivity until they became yellow happy faces too. He couldn't change the host, though.

I'm the host.

"I think you're just jealous of the birds," He said. The small breeze was going through his hair and his eyes seemed even more bright and blue, which I had thought to be impossible.

God, why is he so pretty.

"Why would I be jealous of an animal that has to stay at its place? It has to listen to nature." I spoke, looking into the clear ocean underneath us.

"I think the birds are more free then we think." He gazed out at the sea, watching the waves crash against mainland and the glimmer the shining sun gave against the water. I could practically see into his eyes, like they were a body language of their own. I knew exactly how to read those feelings in his eyes.

"They get to fly," we both said at the same time.

He glanced over to me out of surprise. Surprise because I knew he still felt slightly trapped in a title. I still felt trapped in a title. As much as he might have liked to think it, we weren't that different.

His face softened and he let out a sigh of relief because he could become himself now. He could work to trying to not feel trapped in a shell that he didn't even want builded.

He gave me a soft smile as he wrapped his hand in mine. "Now you get it."

I always got it.

"So do you have like," I paused, giving a way more dorky smile then I meant to, "superpowers?"

"What?" Andor laughed. He seemed very puzzled. He shook his head. "Why would I have superpowers?"

"You're the grandson of the goddess who invented, fucking, nature!" I exclaimed. I turned so we were face to face and held his other hand.

"So-"

"Don't so me!" I persisted. "You can't tell me that you have some untapped ability!"

"I'm not that important Hope-"

I interrupted him. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

He shrugged, giving up and finally joining my silent pact to see if he had powers. "How do I even figure out if I have powers because I really don't feel like going to live in solitary for 300 years and come back looking like Mianite."

Yeah I didn't want him looking like Mianite either. Or acting like Mianite.

"Okay well we will speed up the whole Buhda become nature thing." I breathed in and out like I was in a masters yoga class. "Just summon your senses-"

"Are you okay because you sound like your giving birth-"

"Summon your senses! Close your eyes!"

"But-"

"Now!"

We both closed our eyes and held hands. I listened to nature for awhile. Then the birds and the ocean and the breeze thing got old, so I opened my eyes and started watching him. He still had his eyes closed.

He looked like he was genuinely trying to find something in himself. He didn't even give a slight smile, so he wasn't secretly listening to me.

Maybe he did find something. I was just joking, but I don't have any doubts that he couldn't find something. Oh god did I fuck up?

I leaned in, and payed my head on his chest, forehead first. "You smell really nice, you know that."

I felt his chest suddenly go up because he was laughing at me. "Stop being a creep." But I didn't see him moving me so he obviously saw my sniffing as endearing. "I'm trying to concentrate."

I still didn't move my head after he went completely still because I enjoyed the warmth and I like mooching off from people.

Then another thought came to me. "You know if lightning hit us, we would be a complete circuit."

He started laughing harder.

"And sparks would fly because I'm so hot," I continued.

The lesson ended pretty quickly after that.

So I know what you're thinking. Jordan have you told Andor that your alter ego is his grandfather.

No.

No I haven't.

I needed a plan to implement these words so it wouldn't blow the poor child's mind even more. So I needed to be comical. That always softens the blow, and this is a blow that needs to be softened.

Death Vader puns. This situation needs Darth Vader puns, and I was very aware of that!

I also needed to have Hope with me, so you know, I could have someone else for him to give puppy dog eyes to. I don't care who the hell you are, having someone that damn polite be mad at you, is heartbreaking.

No thank you. Not today. I'm good.

So when I spied Hope and Andor sitting on the docks together, I took the advantage.

Hot in the pursuit, here I go!

My feet were very noisy on the dock, giving up my position. Hope leaned her head up from Andor's chest to lean her back and stare at me.

"Hey you two-" well, doodle cakes, this is already awkward. "What's up?"

Andor finally saw me because he had had his eyes tapered closed. He seemed bashful. I think him and Hope were having a moment. "Hello Mr. Sparkles-"

I stopped him before he could get any farther. "Please don't. I hate the last name. It's just Jordan."

Andor glanced back at Hope, confused. "Really because Hope said you enjoyed being called by your formal name."

Hope gave me a sly smirk.

"She tells everyone that," I huffed. I took a deep breath, just breathing in the awkwardness. Before Hope I never had a best friend, and before she wasn't old enough to have a serious boyfriend, so the whole best friends boyfriend was new to me.

I'm getting of track.

"Anyway," I hit my hand against the side of my leg. "I need you to indulge on some information."

Hope did her sassy eyebrow raise. "Please never say indulge to him again. You're just making everyone uncomfortable."

"Just let me talk." I slightly kicked her with my foot, so maybe if I was lucky she would fall into the ocean.

She pushed my foot away.

"So I need you to be patient."

"Um," Andor spoke up, and he looked scared. Not in a frightened way, just in a "is he going to kill me" way. I usually look insane so I can't blame him. "About what."

"Well Hope hasn't told you a bit of information that the team has learned recently," I tried to smile by thinking of my soon to be one liner, which took me way to long to think up of. "It's not her fault. I wanted her to hold telling you anything so I would have the chance."

Now Andor looked scared frightened.

I held my breath, trying to make sure my voice was in perfect tone. I had to make this line as brilliant as the climax in the series was.

"Andor, I am your grandfa-"

"MOVE OUT OF THE BLOODY WAY JORDAN!"

I felt my body move forward. I had been pushed by a Brit on a certain gods team. That gods named Dianite.

I became icy cold, and my black hair covered my face.

I was pushed in the ocean by Tom.

As nice and clear as the current that pulled through made the water, the water was freezing because it was only 45 outside. The slopes the were against the water were less clean. The grass was growing over some rubble and cement from the taint disaster.

"GET THAT INVISIBLE ROBOT!" Tucker screamed. Not the strangest thing I've heard him say.

Tom gave a very frantic thumbs up to Tucker. Tom threw off his black boots, which were getting more 'rockstar' by the months. He got ready to jump into the water.

"-WAIT NO WAIT!" Tucker screamed again. "IT APPEARED. IT'S BEHIND YOU!"

Behind Tom, a drone hovered in the air. The drone looked highly maintained, with a white exterior and an obvious lens that shimmered cleanly in the light. The lens, which looked like what would be in a modern camera, focused on Tom.

Tom squinted at the Camera, eyebrows raised in disgust. He then, promptly, lunged on top of the camera.

I thought he would weigh down the camera. I thought that he might of possibly saved the day. The drone thought otherwise.

The drone lifted and flew up. Tom, who refused to let go, followed. He held onto the drone for dear life, scrambling to try to put as much as his body weight on it as possible.

The drone flew over a few feet from the surface of the ocean. Then it just stood there. The drone hovered over the ocean, with Tom still clinging on. He just hung on the drone, sorta like clothes on a hook. His hands were the only thing holding him up.

Sonja ran over pretty quickly. She tossed Hope her bow.

Hope took aim as quick as possible. Grabbed an arrow. Straitened the string with the target. She lent the string back, and fired.

The arrow hit, as normal. The drone stopped flying, and fell into the ocean. Tom fell with the drown.

The water splashed as Tom fell with a small shriek. Tucker trudged into the water, boots an all, because he really wanted that drone.

Andor helped me out of the water as Tucker and Tom played hide in seek (water version) with the drone.

I laid flat on the dock, as I dripped with salt water. "Thanks." I let out as loud as I could. I didn't feel like moving from the water weighing my clothing. "I. Hate. The. Ocean."

"Quite tragic you got stuck here then," Andor said. I didn't realize he was still listening.

Sonja stood beside Hope. My face was planted against the wooden dock, but I could here the splashing of Tucker and Tom's searching.

"What are they chasing that machine?" Hope asked Sonja.

"Had the initials from the letter on it," She answered abruptly.

D.M.G.

The initials that had been torturing us since the Wizards. Whoever owned those initials were watching us, and being watched sucks.

You always feel like eyes are constantly on you because they kinda are. You can never safe, at least I never can feel safe. I feel more on edge then I normally am, which is saying a lot. The whole wonder is gone because I can't build anything without thinking people might steal my inventions. I'm just a bottle of anxiety anymore.

Not that Dianite watching us all from the shadows like we were his sitcom was enough.

"Maybe it'll tell us what the letters stand for," Andor added. He had got thrown into this big jumbled mess too.

It wasn't just the team who was being watched. It was Martha, Steve, and Andor. It was even Ianite and Dianite.

What did they want to know?

"We should probably help them," Sonja suggested.

"Yeah," Hope contemplated the thought, then crossed her arms. "Probably should."

I always thought if I was going to be stalked it would be a pretty girl. Or a hot girl. Or a hot guy.

You know someone who admired me. Someone who wanted to be me, or date me. Just someone who wasn't a robot that was recording our movements.

Stupid thing doesn't even stalk me because I'm me. I stalks me because I'm part of Team Reester.

Damn our team with the really catchy name.

So I had taken a nice warm shower to calm me down, and get the mud out of my hair.

I stood in my bathroom, making faces at my mirror, just with a towel around my waste.

This was a lot better than being yelled at by Tucker.

I continued to make faces at the mirror. Widening my eyes unproportionally big, furrowing my eyebrows, bearing my teeth. You know, the normal things. I stuck out my tongue, admiring how perfectly pink it was.

Now that's a nice tongue.

"What are you doing?"

And I started to hear this irrational buzzing noise behind me, but I remember hearing the noise.

I almost jumped out of my skin. "Dianite!"

"Nice tongue," he spoke.

The Dianite here was different from ours, but he was a lot more fun. I liked that. He had a nice suit and a good pair of shoes. He had a nice haircut that complemented his black hair. His skin even wasn't that bad. He just loooked, well red.

"I'm half naked," I spoke blankly, just staring at his reflection in the mirror.

"Oh your quiet fit, so it's alright," He answered promptly, giving me an even look.

The mirror was starting to fog up, so I couldn't see him that good anymore. "Why are you in my bathroom?"

"I wanted to hear about how the hell Mianite got a hold of my factory," Dianite said with a deep voice and a easily tempered tremble, "only been gone for ten years too. You would think he wouldn't be able to get his grubby hands on it already-"

"What's your factory?" I inturrupted his tangent.

Dianite sighed, with a deep grumble coming from his chest. "The Inertia. That's what he's calling it now." I could almost hear Dianite roll his eyes. "Not only did they give it a stupid name, they went ahead and broke up one of my favorite pastimes-"

"-favorite pastime?-"

"Watching my damn great nephew fall in love!" Dianite yelled out. "I mean fall is a understatement. More like headfirst tumble down the castle stairs! Then when it was just getting good and the girls commitment issues almost fucked off, they canceled the show!"

"Right that's great," I stopped him from the talking. I saw enough of Hope's relationship I don't need to hear about the parts that no one was supposed to see. "Last time we went to the Inertia, they were very understaffed."

"What do you mean by that young man?" Dianite asked.

I shrugged, now to the point where I had to hold my towel up. "They didn't have actual soldiers. They had these zombie looking things."

"Hmm", Dianite, I could assume, was stroking his chin. He sounded so devious. "My dear brother is running out of ammo for his gun."

"What do you mean-"

My watch lit up on the sink counter. A uncontrollable buzzing noise started to come from it, and I thought I would have to take it to a hospital.

The the watch stopped shaking. Dianite and I were both taken back.

Then a horrible noise started to come from the watch. Someone was screaming. Not a normal, I'm terrified, scream. A guttural, bloody murder, scream. I was used to that scream. I knew the exact sound of it.

A type of scream that wasn't forced upon. It just came out because that's all your body had left to do. All you could do to defend yourself. And your body would continue to scream and scream and scream until there was no more body to scream, which is exactly what I'm guessing happened.

The screaming stopped.

"Is everybody okay," Tucker's horrified voice came through the watch.

"Yeah," a collective answer from Sonja, Hope, and Jordan.

I quickly scrambled to grab my watch. I held the talk button down. "I'm fine."

"I think the watch tapped into another signal," Jordan said. I could here typing in the background.

Tucker spoke through gritted teeth, way to on edge for just one scream. "How the hell did that happened?"

"-I can't use the wrider hearts anymore," Jordan answered hastily, "I have to use mainstream radio waves, and make a mainstream radio wave-" Jordan mumbled something under his breath. "You're welcome-"

"Can you figure out who was in trouble?" Tucker asked, probably expecting us all to save another life that we didn't need to save.

"Erm-" Jordan went on with some incoherent mumbling as he thought up of a solution. "I could try to track back the I.P adress, but if the owner is one handheld devise that doesn't account for a GPS there might be no way to track them-"

"Just try your best," Tucker demanded.

I'm pretty damn tired of him pretending to be the leader or something.

"Got it!" Jordan answered, shortly after he wasn't so sure he could get the answer. I could hear the scrolling of the mouse between Jordan's 'hmms' and 'what if's'. "It says the person is in the middle of the woods right behind mainland."

"You mean the woods," Hope finally peeped out, voice drenching in sarcasm, "with the taint still in it."

"Yeah," Jordan sighed, "that'd be the one."

Jordan spook up again after we had been left for a very dull silence for awhile. "I'll send you all the location ok the watch and I'll meet you their."

"Okay," I answers as quickly as possible, seeing that I was still struggling to hold a towel up and my god was right behind me.

"Oh Jordan," Hope said. Her voice mustered to a soft whisper. "I need you to pick me up because I still can't ride a horse."

"What?" Jordan asked again. He couldn't have articulated what Hope had said with such a soft voice.

"Idon'tknowhowtorideahorseokay," She spoke quickly.

"I just-" he stopped from his former sentence. "What?"

"Help me because I wasn't taught how to ride a horse-"

I laughed at Hope, very hard.

"Shut up Tom!" She snapped.

Now for a person from the modern world, not being able to ride a horse isn't that terribly big of a deal. For us it's different.

Imagine a person that could swallow knives, save people from buildings, and was a top notch actress not being able to drive.

That's what it was like for Hope not being able to ride a horse. It was kinda ridiculous.

"Atleast I'm funny," I said.

"No you're not," Hope answered.

"Yes I am"

"No you're not"

"Yes I am"

"No you're not!"

"Yes I am!"

"NO YOU'RE NOT!"

"Okay!" -Jordan interrupted. "Hope I'll pick you up at the bridge to the kingdom and both of you shut up before I have to replace the mics in your watches."

So I shut up.

Sonja was pretty excited to figure out who was screaming. Everybody else, not so much.

We got to the forest, and it looked as horrible as I remembered. Grass still stained with purple ooze. Leaves dripping with rancid lavender mucus. The bugs were even coated in taint, and we were pretty much screwed of anything stung us.

If the person was here, I wasn't to sure they were alive anymore.

"Jordan how far are we?" Tom whined.

I sighed, refusing to give out an answer.

It's like this every time we go on a walk longer than three miles.

"Well fine," Tom huffed,"I'll give myself an answer, if you're going to be like that." I could imagine he would have crossed his arms if he wasn't on a horse. "I think that were to far away. That's my answer."

"That's nice," I sighed.

Maybe one answer.

A scream startled everyone, including the horses. Tucker tried to not get bucked off of a horse as I listened closer. The screaming wasn't just bloody murder screaming. It was words. The person was yelling.

"Shh"

Hope glared at me. "The hell you think you are!"

I shushed everybody again, and this time Hope realized I was listening for something.