Julianne Hunter had seen a signal light up on her motorcycle. It was the alarm she'd installed to alert her as to whether someone or something had entered the house's vicinity.

She had specifically designed it so that it would ignore smaller things such as birds or squirrels, as, of course, it acted in a similar way to a weight sensor.

It would, of course, ignore everything that weighed less than 40 kg.

Once she noticed it, the only thing that came to her mind was that her son was back home. And so, she hurried. She drove the motorcycle as fast as she could, trying to make it there as fast as possible while dealing with road rules.

Once she was finally on the street and started closing in, she noticed a van from the distance. Odder, she noticed multiple figures standing next to the van. She simply continued on her way.

But truly agonizing was the sight of her dear son, unconscious in one of the strangers' arms. She drove even faster upon seeing that.

Tiffany and the others waited anxiously. She clenched her fist.

Julianne finally arrived, stopping a few metres in front of them, turning off the bike, and then turning to face them.

The look in her eyes sent chills down their spines. It was undeniable. That was the look of a mother who was ready to aggressively protect her son.

Julianne: What have you done with my son?

Her voice was irritated, anguished and aggressive.

Tiffany hesitated before answering.

Tiffany: I... I... Rose?

Rose looked back at her. She was already tearing up.

Tiffany. Send him to her.

Rose used her psychic powers to send Max to her, gently floating him over, much to Julianne's shock, but she did not seem to care much about that.

Julianne simply grabbed Max and held him in her arms. She immediately checked his pulse. He was still breathing.

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Julianne: (softly) Oh, my baby. It's ok. I've got you now.

She held him for a moment as the others looked on at her, too afraid to say anything to interrupt the mother.

Julianne: What did you do to him?

They remained quiet for a moment.

Julianne: I said, what did you do to him?

Her glare at them was bone chilling.

Tiffany: (weakly) I.... I... I....

She gritted her teeth before continuing while Luke looked at her sympathetically.

Tiffany: I TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT HAPPENED!

She could only shout it, and then, she bowed down on her knees to her while a surprised Julianne Hunter looked on.

Luke: Ahem... We.... take full responsibility for what happened.

Luke also bowed down on his knees.

Rose, who at that point was about to start crying, also continued.

Rose: I also, (sob) want to take full responsibility for what happened!

She also bowed down on her knees.

Ken looked at all of his friends on the ground and continued somewhat forlorningly continued.

Ken: I also... take full responsibility for what happened.

Ken slowly knelt on the ground as well, bowing to her.

Julianne Hunter could not believe what lay upon her at that moment. The very people she was about to claim harmed her son, were the very people who were now bowing before her in the cold night.

She, holding her son in her arms, carried him to the front door before she took a look back.

They all remained there, and none of them had moved even an inch.

She sighed. Just who were these people anyway. And on top of that, what was up with the girl with psychic powers?

Julianne ignored them and gently took her son to his bed. She carried him all the way upstairs and lay him softly onto his bed.

She lay the palm of her hand on him and looked through his body carefully. Under his sweater lay a busted skateboard. She pondered as to what could have destroyed it.

Julianne walked out of the room and, a few minutes later, finally came back in with a gadget. She passed the gadget around Max's body, and it made strange beeping sounds.

Julianne: Just as I figured.

She let out a huge sigh of relief before whispering into his ear.

Julianne: Don't worry, baby. You'll be fine in no time.

Julianne looked outside the window of his room. The four teens were still there.

She sighed again.

Julianne walked outside, right past them, and grabbed her motorcycle and dragged it to the backyard, where she turned it back to an orb, and she proceeded to take it back to her underground lab.

She then made herself some coffee before exiting the front door to look for the teens.

They were still there.

She sighed again. Whether it was respect for their dedication or a maternal instinct kicking in because someone else's kids were sorrowfully waiting for her in the cold....

These people were completely unknown to her, and what's more, they had powers that she was not aware of.

She also did not know what had happened. But, in the end, seeing kids suffer was hard for her to bear.

Julianne: Come in!