“Alright, that should shave a day off our time getting back,” Jana said, fiddling with the map on Jeremy’s laptop.

“We’re going over the north pole?” he asked with concern, looking at the path she’d planned out.

“Yeah, Greenland isn’t a nice a place to be for most mortal men, but it’s a nice view. We could say hi to some seals or somthin’ on our way there.”

“I think I’m good. Let’s not jumpscare them.”

“Sure...anyway, we can spend one day going from here from Iraq to northern Sweden, then we take the next day going over the arctic. That sound good?”

“I think so...do you think they’re going to appreciate what we did? Well, what you did?” he asked.

Jana shook her head tiredly. “I wish they did. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of those rock piles happened to be some guy’s home, so he starts a rage-fueled tirade against me and gets a whole bunch of people on the wagon, then boycotts Psychic League or something dumb like that.”

“That sounds really specific.”

“Happens all the time.”

“Packed and ready?” she asked in the morning, standing before the ice platform in the mansion’s yard, everything they’d brought on it. Jeremy wasn’t far away.

He had a backpack slung over his shoulder, the things he’d brought into the place, and slid it onto the platform. “Yeah,” he said. “Where are we staying in Sweden?”

“A bed and breakfast type deal. I’ve been there before, it’s a really quaint place.”

“I didn’t expect to hear you say ‘quaint’, but here I am.”

“I’m just speaking the facts. It’s quaint and nobody can take that away from it.”

“Well, if you say so, I’m sure it is,” Jeremy said, shaking his head in inward confusion.

“Alright, get on,” she said. “I’ve got all my buisness done, and I’d rather not waste time...” mainly because she was afraid that Parkarka would find them soon enough. She was surprised the girl hadn’t caught up already, but could happily smirk in superiority knowing that the older girl had just been caught up in the media.

Parkarka made even Jana look low-profile by comparison, so that wasn’t a big surprise.

Jeremy sat down, and they floated off the ground. “One, two aaand blastoff, bitches!”

By sunset, they landed on the shore of a lake, in front of a large house on the edge of a village.

“This is it, Jana said as she and Jeremy stepped off the platform.

“That is quaint,” he said.

“You’re seriously still going on with the quaint thing?”

The house, which was really only intended as a side business to make cash for the couple that owned it, stood two stories tall, with a top floor with connected balconies which overlooked the lake and a porch below it.

Jana didn’t bother making any extra announcement of her arrival and walked to an elderly man sitting with a fishing pole, who waved to her when she arrived.

They chatted for a moment outside Jeremy’s earshot, and once they’d finished, she waved bye, then motioned for Jeremy to join her, walking to the porch under the balconies.

“Seems like you know him kinda well. Do you visit this place that much?” Jeremy asked.

Jana shook her head. “No, I’m just not the only super psychic who visits this place.”

“That...why?”

“Cuz’ it’s near a popular route, and word spreads of nice, quiet places like these preeety quickly, at least between us intercontinentally mingling beings.”

“The fuck did you just say?” he said, his face twisting at the strange description.

“Some stupid shit, that I guarantee you.”

Jeremy looked up from his console to see a knock at his balcony door.

Instead of motioning for Jana to come in, Jeremy just locked eyes with the girl until she decided to walk in without prompting.

“What’re you up to?” she asked.

“Playing a bad game adaption. What about you?” he said, moving his attention back to the game.

Jana looked at the TV. There was a game with a green-hatted protagonist, drawn in a cartoony look, except it looked pretty bad. Textures were low-quality, and she could see the framerate buffering, even if she wasn’t gifted with the technical knowledge to understand what it was.

“Why do you love playing bad games?” she said like he was crazy.

“It’s a great game. Just a shitty adaptation.”

“You’re talking about a remake, right? Why don’t you just play the original?”

“Ch! I dunno, cause’ the original isn’t made anymore, and I don’t feel like ordering it online. I love pixel art as much as the next person, but...” Jeremy sighed. “I don’t feel the need to get the perfect experience.”

“Huh. Can you believe it’s dark already?” Jana said, looking back into the dark night. The lake was partially frozen outside, and snow lightly fell.

Jeremy glanced up at her, getting the feeling that it was Jana’s ‘pocket topic’, as his sister would call it. She either found the current subject difficult to elaborate on, or had remembered how she planned on starting the conversation at first, and said the conversation starter out of obligation. “It’s winter up here, so that makes sense,” he said before quickly changing the topic. “You know, I think I owe a lot to my sister.”

“That’s a random-ass thing to say.”

“It just came to mind,” he said with a small shrug, playing the game as he spoke. “I’m only decent with conversation because she coached me.”

“Coached you?” Jana said with raised eyebrows, clearly holding back a chuckle.

Jeremy nodded with a smile. “Yeah, she’s really good at reading people...when she listens to her intuition. Her having mind reading helped with that, but she was always really social.”

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“Speaking of mind reading, what other abilities does she have? Your sister only ever used telekinesis to fight me, which I found really weird.”

“Psychometry, Precognition, Recognition, every elemental kinesis, precognition, probably some other things. She never stops gaining new powers, it feels.”

“Seriously? None of those are even helpful in combat...” Jana looked to the side with rue. And she still stood no chance.

Why did Jana even try when she was so outmatched?

“But it makes sense for her. My sister doesn’t want to fight anyone,” Jeremy said with a shake of his head, looking down. “She wouldn’t hurt a fly…and that’s probably why you hate her.”

Jana looked to the side in thought, then slowly said, “You know, I hear that psychic powers actually reflect someone’s wants as they emerge.”

Jeremy suddenly gained a whole lot of interest. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just new research -most of the emerging stuff goes through me, since I’m a serious investor in psychic research- but psychic powers adapt to a person’s wants and needs.”

“Seriously?”

Jana nodded. “But hey, don’t take it without a grain of salt. There are only a few studies to back it up so far.” Jeremy always found it strange just how well-studied Jana could be. Celebrities of all kinds were strange. Or maybe that was just people in general.

“I had no idea.” he said with satisfied curiosity.He looked to the side. “What were we talking about before we veered off...? Oh, right, my sister coached me. Yeah, everyone seems to think it’s funny, but when I was, like, nine, I asked Psychi to help me make friends. She told me that the easiest way to do it was just to ask people if they wanted to be friends.”

“Did it work?”

“No,” Jeremy said with a chuckle. “I came back to her after some girl called me gross or something like that, yelling that she was a liar.”

“Ouch,” Jana commented with a chuckle.

He paused for just a moment, remembering a very specific thought he’d had. She was a liar, ‘just like them all’. He couldn’t remember any specific instance of being lied to before then, yet he’d certainly felt like that was far from the case at the time. It made him frown for a moment.

He continued, “Then, she promised me that she’d be my coach, and she spend an hour every day teaching me the way of the extrovert~” he smiled at the ridiculous phrase. “She taught me a lot of stuff about how people think, and a lot of it’s drilled into my head. People tend to talk about vulnerable things when other people act vulnerable in front of them. People usually want to be understood more than anything when they talk. Someone suddenly switching the topic of conversation or being overtly straightforward with their disinterest in a topic are usually afraid of it for some reason. Useful stuff. She also taught me how to dress well and smile…and I don’t think I need to explain how well dressing well went.” Jeremy flashed Jana a sweet smile.

She couldn’t help but notice how infectious his smile was but resisted the urge to do the same out of stubbornness. “She taught you to smile?” she said, “Was that really necessary?”

“Sure it was. Back then, I smiled ‘like a freak’. Apparently, I really creeped her out. Plus, I sucked in front of a camera.”

“Got a photo on your phone for me to laugh a- I mean verify that?”

“Sure...’verify’.” Jeremy sifted through his phone, eventually opening a cloud service to show her a photo of him and his sister sitting in front of a Christmas tree.

Jana looked at it for half a second before putting a hand in front of it almost instinctually. “Okaaaay, yeah, I’ve had enough of that.”

“Am I seriously that bad?!” Jeremy said, his mouth agape, despite the smile still on it.

Jana couldn’t help but finally break out her own at it. “Y-yes, you really are. The smile makes me feel like you’re about to crawl out of the screen then murder me and my family...what’s left of it, I guess...”

“Yeesh!” he said, putting the phone to sleep, “That’s just savage. I’m not that fuckin’ bad, am I?”

“No comment.”

“No...comment? That’s worse than any response you could possibly give me!”

“Juuust sayin’ the facts,” she responded nonsensically. “Are you hungry?”

“Hungry? I guess. We still have snacks packed.”

“Ehh, I’m more interested in some fresh meat.”

“Well, feel free to get it for yourself. I don’t eat much meat.”

“Or jam,” Jana said critically. “In which case, I’ll be seeing you in a bit.”

“See you,” Jeremy said as he watched her fly off.

It was a few minutes later that two people suddenly appeared before him.

He quickly paused the game, scuttling back from them in surprise.

“So this is the kid you were talking about?” one said in a deepish voice, standing beside Hatty. He was wearing a set of yellow robes similar to Hatty’s, was clearly a male, had green eyes, and crossed his arms as he looked down at Jeremy with a tilted eyebrow. Similar to Hatty, his age was indiscernible.

“W-who are you?”

“This would be my bother,” Hatty said.

“You can call me Yellow.”

“...Yellow?” Jeremy said with a confused expression, standing. “Did you make up that name, too?”

“No, of course not. And who else made up their names?”

Jeremy pointed to Hatty, who frowned annoyedly. “Look, I can’t remember everything at once.”

“Then, if you’ve remembered, what is it?”

“Blue. You can call me whatever you want, though.”

He shook his head. “You two are serious, aren’t you?”

“I certainly am,” Yellow said.

Jeremy fell onto his bed in exasperation. “Who the fuck are you people?”

“We will leave that to your imagination, for now.”

“Wait, do you know, Yellow?” Blue asked.

“Amnesia’s a bitch, huh…?”

Jeremy had worked under the assumption, at first, that Blue was a super psychic, but he wasn’t dumb enough to think that was the case anymore. With both Blue and Yellow clearly being capable of astral projection, an ability that didn’t exist in his world, it was clear to him that these people...

“You two aren’t from this world, are you?”

The two looked at him, Yellow with disapproval and Blue with an uncertain, raised an eyebrow. “No.” Yellow said.

Jeremy grumbled in defeat. The guess seemed flawless, but apparently, it was wrong. A word to describe who they were felt like it was on the tip of his tongue, but Jeremy couldn’t muster it up. He shook his head. “Whatever, if you think it doesn’t matter, we can just leave it at that. What were we going to talk about, again?”

“How to regain our memories,” Blue said.

“Hmm...” Yellow scratched his head. “I don’t think it takes a genius to figure out the solution, right? We should try and gather the family. Then you all can figure out what to do next.”

Blue nodded. “That seems about right, but how do you think we should do that?”

“I dunno, I’m not the thinker.”

...

“Really?” blue said. “At least I mask my ignorance with riddles.”

“Again, riddles are for weird thinkers,” Yellow said, seemingly leaning against the wall.

Blue looked to Jeremy. “Any ideas?”

“Why don’t we find a clairvoyant?” Jeremy asked.

“Not a bad idea,” Yellow said. “They can find specific people and objects through time and space. However, with the exception of you, we’re well and truly invisible.”

“Then...” Jeremy paused. “Wait, is that even a problem?”

Blue sent him a strange expression.

“You said that some anti-clairvoyance thing blocked your vision, right? Back when you checked out Samuel’s place?” Jeremy asked Blue. “What if clairvoyants can likewise see you?”

“Interesting...” Blue said. “Would that mean that you’re a clairvoyant of some kind, then...?”

“Well, my G value is still higher than the rest of my values, so I shouldn’t theoretically be a psychic…but I dunno. Anyway, how about we find a clairvoyant to test our theory with, then if that works, we find one who can look for the rest of your family?”

Yellow nodded, scuffing his foot on the ground. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

“I suppose it will suffice, though I’m still doubtful,” Blue responded.

Suddenly, Jana rolled into the room, landing on her feet with a carton of milk in her hand. She poured it into her mouth before glaring at the two at the other side of the room. Once she put the cap back on, she looked to Jeremy. “Why’s there two?”