Revelations
We’ll protect you, keep you secret.”
    I always knew there were others like me. Well, maybe not like me but made in the same types of places I’d been, by the same type of mad scientist that created me. I had no memory of ever meeting any even though I’d spent time in government labs. Philip would be my introduction to the reality of life as an experiment. There was nothing to lose in accepting his offer. Christian was gone. Nobody near me knew anything about his whereabouts. I could think of no way of finding him now. If the gov held him then I’d probably never find him again. I had to accept that. My father was gone. That left me alone.
    Here was this man whose name gave me a vision of a Fifties cigarette add. I had no idea who he was, what he was here for besides me, or where he was taking me. Yet I had nothing else. My decision was quick.
    “Okay,” I said quietly, feeling those dreaded tears in my eyes again.
    “Okay, what?” he asked.
    “Take me with you, to California.”
    Philip Morris gave me a smile, letting me know I’d said the answer he wanted. So I smiled back through my tears.
    “Doctor Daniels will want to keep you for a while,” Philip said, “but don’t worry. He knows what you are. He won’t reveal your secret.”
    “Good,” I said. “I think he’d be very surprised if he ran a few tests.”
    “You’re lucky,” he said. “If any other doctor got a hold of you, you’d have been front page news years ago.”
    “Don’t remind me,” I muttered. I tried to smile.
    Ignoring my comment, Philip said, “Now, get some more rest. You need it.”
    “I’ve been asleep for three years,” I said. “I don’t need any more rest.”
    “If that’s how you want it,” Philip said.
    Philip Morris gave me a brilliant smile and left me in my hospital bed. I had very little to think about and very little to do except lay there and contemplate my situation. Apparently I really did need some more rest, for soon I fell into a troubled sleep plagued by nightmares and violent retellings of the accident that claimed more than three years from me. The accident that took the only living person in the world who loved me.

Chapter Six
    I stayed exactly thirty days in the hospital with Michael Daniels as my attending physician. Though the man understood more than he let on, I didn’t question him. I read what I wanted from his mind and knew what I needed in order to trust him. Daniels was a good man, and I respected him enough to allow him to draw small amounts of blood from me to run tests, the results of which he kept completely private and gave him no hint as to the additional powers I held. I did keep a close watch on him so I knew he was doing nothing out of the ordinary with my blood work. I smiled to myself when he saw the results, even though he really had no idea how to interpret them. I would never let him find out such things had he been given the chance.
    Anyway, after my thirty days was up, I found myself seated on a concrete bench outside the hospital, enjoying the sunshine of a bright Ohio day, what I thought would be my last Ohio day. I was waiting for Philip to come get me. A small bag sat at my feet containing two pairs of jeans and a couple plain T-shirts given to me by the good doc so I would actually have some clothes to wear as hospital gowns are not appreciated outside of the hospital environment. Michael Daniels sat beside me, and I knew he had something to say.
    It took him a full five minutes to speak. “I won’t betray you, Christiana,” he said firmly, meaning every word.
    “I know you won’t,” I said back. “There’s too much at stake.” I turned my gaze to meet his. “And you know that.”
    “I know,” he repeated. “But you are quite extraordinary.”
    Lowering my eyes, I muttered, “Yeah.”
    “I mean that in all the essence of the word,” he said. He reached over to touch the top of my right hand. “Just the very fact that you are sitting here is a

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