Epic Dream Blog: September 2011

I feel I should say: this dream happened a little while ago...practically right after the first one...so here goes:

“So, your baby will be my great-great-grand-uncle or aunt?” Leena asks.

“Something like that,” Emma says with a chuckle. “Sorry about weirding everyone out.”

Artie nods. “Whatever,” he says. “Life goes on.”

Emma laughs. “Ob-la-di? Ob-la-da?”

“Great, now that song’s in my head,” Artie grumbles, turning back to his breakfast.

Claudia sits down next to Emma. “You got zapped with the pen at the same time, saw each other, and…well?”

Emma nods. “Yes, yes, and yes. And, it might not have happened if both of us were fully human.”

Claudia shakes her head. “Remind me to never make fun of cupid, again.”

Emma laughs. “I will do that, if it ever comes up, which it probably will in our business.”

Artie chuckles at her comment.

Pete, Myka, and Jinks join the group.

Emma finishes her breakfast and moves to read a file over Artie’s shoulder.

Artie eyes her and moves the file so she can see it better.

“Trouble,” she says.

He nods. “But, you can’t go into the danger zone on this one.”

She nods.

“What?” Myka asks.

“I may not be able to die, but my child certainly could,” Emma says.

“Weirder and weirder,” Pete whispers loudly before spooning a bite of cereal into his mouth.

“I know, Peter,” Emma says. “I most definitely am.” She winks.

Claudia chuckles.

Pete just stares at Emma.

Myka chuckles. “You’re drooling, Pete.”

Pete nods and dabs at his chin with a napkin.

Emma giggles.

“So, what’s the case, Artie?” Myka asks.

“I want you and Pete to go to London, with Emma,” Artie says, handing Myka the file. “Emma has point, unless there’s danger.”

“You never assign leaders,” Emma says.

“For this one, they’ll need an expert on this artifact,” Artie says. “It’s a bit…”

“Tricky,” Emma says. “It latches on to the person, not the other way around.”

Myka reads the file and hands it to Pete. “This is new and exciting,” she says with a frown.

Emma smiles. “It tends toward the mild mannered person rather than an eccentric. None of us would attract it.”

Artie nods. “That’s for sure,” he says, eyeing her.

“How are we gonna get it?” Pete asks.

“Out-trick the tricky trickster,” Emma says.

“Say that five times fast,” Pete says.

“That, that, that, that, that,” Claudia says.

Pete smirks and sticks his tongue out at her.

Emma laughs.

****

“Home again,” Emma says, putting her bag on the bed next to the window.

Myka sets her bag on the bed next to the wall.

Pete knocks on the door adjoining the two rooms. “You ladies doing all right?”

“Yes, Pete,” Myka says. “We’re fine.”

“I suddenly feel like tea and crumpets,” Pete says in an odd British accent.

“It is very odd if you feel as though you are tea and crumpets,” Emma says. “Maybe, we should have you checked out.”

Myka chuckles.

“Hardy-har-har,” Pete says through the door.

“Does he even know what a crumpet is?” Emma whispers to Myka.

Myka shrugs and giggles.

“Sleep for now, then a fresh start in the morning,” Emma says.

Myka nods.

“See you ladies in the morning,” Pete says through the wall this time.

“Good night, Peter,” Emma says peering out the window at the fog rolling in off the water.

“Night, Pete,” Myka says then turns to Emma. “You miss it here?”

Emma shakes her head. “Not really. My family is now in America,” she says, looking at Myka meaningfully.

Myka smiles and turns toward the bathroom.

“I just like to reminisce,” Emma says with a smile.

Myka returns the smile and heads into the bathroom.

****

Four a.m. erupts on London’s streets.

“Crap,” Emma says, sitting upright as the Farnsworth buzzes. “What is it, Artie?”

“Check the news, Emma,” he says. “Nice hairdo.”

“You woke me up,” she says, turning on the news.

Myka sits and looks up. “What’s going on?”

“An odd bit of riots have randomly broken out on Oxford Street (forgive me, Brits if this is innacurate-note from writer),” the anchorman says. “People have flooded the streets in their nightclothes and are beating each other with pillows and…hunks of meat?”

Emma looks back down at the Farnsworth. “Pillows and meat?”

Artie nods. “It’s never acted this way.”

“It would only happen if someone who had vengeance in his or her heart got hold of it or if they were older,” Emma says.

“Find it,” Artie says, ending the call.

“Time to wake up Pete,” Emma says, standing in her bare feet and a silky, sexy nightgown in dark blue.

“In that,” Myka says. “He might faint.”

Emma chuckles and opens the door between their rooms. “Pete, wakey, wakey.”

“Do you know what time—?” Pete pauses as he looks at her. “What are you wearing?”

Emma grins. “Biggie liked it,” she says.

“And now I’m awake and grossed out,” Pete says, sitting up. “I’ll be out in a few.”

Emma nods and shuts the door, turning to get dressed.

****

“Here’s Oxford Street,” Emma says, staying back. “It looks more like a street-wide slumber party now.”

Everyone who had been rioting was now fast asleep in the middle of the street.

“That’s not something you see every day,” Pete says.

A Scotland Yard officer moves toward the threesome.

Emma holds up a badge identical to his own with a secret agent stamp on it and something more official looking in the corner.

“Ma’am,” he says, tipping his hat. “What brings your division here?”

“Just checking things out,” Emma says. “We’ll get involved if we need to.”

He nods. “Anything you need?”

“Information on why this happened here,” she says.

“I wish we knew,” he says. “And everyone seems to be completely unconscious.”

“Comatose? Deep sleep?” Emma asks, walking beside him, Myka and Peter close behind.

“We can’t tell. Are they with the special force as well?” He asks.

“They are from the American division,” she says. “They’re helping us out.”

“Stretched that thin, eh?” he asks.

She nods with a smile. “Is it safe to get close to the area?”

“We’re not sure,” he says.

“I could check it out and see if it affects me,” Pete says.

Emma nods. “It might be the only way.”

Pete moves carefully through the throngs of sleeping people. Once in the middle, he turns and shrugs. Emma waves him back. Pete makes his way back through the sleepers.

“It’s safe,” she says to the officer. “We might want to figure out who these people are and where they should be.”

He nods and sends out his officers to start figuring things out.

“When did this start?” Emma asks, tugging her vest down.

“Around three,” he says.

“Where did it start? Was there a specific house or area on the street?”

“I’ll show you,” he says, leading them down the street to a section of houses with doors wide open and people strewn in various stages of sleep.

Peter looks at Emma who nods. He moves through the people carefully and is fine.

“Do you know which house it started at?” Emma asks.

“We think it might’ve been that one, but we’re not sure,” he says.

Peter and Myka move towards it.

“Be careful,” Emma says.

The officer moves to help another man who’s trying to identify a woman.

“Gloves on at all times,” she says. “This artifact is unpredictable. I’ll explain the special division force later.”

The two nod and head inside the house.

“Is it safe to leave her alone?” Pete asks.

“She’s Mrs. Tesla-Bigfoot,” Myka says. “I think she’s covered.”

Pete nods. “You have a point.”

The two enter the main rooms and hear a woman sobbing.

“Are you okay?” Myka asks her, a woman in her mid-to-upper-forties, as they enter the room.

“Don’t come near me,” she says. “I said something, and everyone started fighting with pillows screaming about killing each other.”

“Were you holding anything?” Pete asks.

“That,” she says, pointing to a magnifying glass.

“That’s it,” Myka says. “Can we have it?”

She nods. “If it will help, please.”

Pete picks it up and puts it in a bag. Sparks fly. The people outside begin to stir.

“Thank you,” Myka says. “I know this is weird, but things should start getting back to normal.”

The woman nods. “Thank you.”

****

Myka sets the bagged Roger Bacon magnifying glass on top of her suitcase on the bed.

“I shall miss you, London,” Emma says, tipping her imaginary hat toward the window.

Myka smiles. “You knew this place. Did you recruit H.G.?”

“No,” Emma says. “She found us out. We made her an agent after that.”

Myka nods.

“She was a good agent, until death blinded her,” Emma says, picking up her bag.

Myka throws the magnifying glass in her bag and moves toward the door between the rooms.

Pete is dancing around the bedroom to a Beatles’ song.

Emma laughs. “Those guys were crazy, literally. But, I do love their music.”

“You met the Beatles?” Pete asks, stopping mid-awkward-dance move.

“I might have,” Emma says with a wink.

Pete shakes his head. “I have a feeling my mind is gonna get blown a lot while I know you.”

Emma laughs.

Myka chuckles. “It’s never going to be uninteresting with you around,” she says.

Emma nods. “I am trouble.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I’m an artifact, therefore, I am trouble,” she says. “It’s a fact, not a problem.”

Myka nods and turns toward Pete. “Ready?”

“I suppose,” he says. “But we didn’t even get to visit Big Ben or the London Eye or…”

“Another time, Pete,” Emma says. “And there are greater features than those, you know.”

Peter nods and grabs his bag.

****

Myka dumps her bag unceremoniously onto her bed. “It’s gone,” she says.

“What’s gone?” Claudia asks as she goes by.

“Roger Bacon’s magnifying glass,” Myka says.

“This isn’t good,” Emma says from behind Claudia.

“Pete, you didn’t take the magnifying glass, did you?” Myka calls to him.

Pete exits his room. “No, it’s not in my bag. I just emptied it.”

“And I just unpacked as well,” Emma says.

“It seeks out its next owner,” Artie says.

“This is bad, though. It magnifies the thoughts, dreams, or hopes of its owner. As in London, it can also magnify the nightmares,” Emma says.

“This is über bad,” Claudia says.

****

“Maybe it chose someone here,” Leena says, hopeful.

“I hope not,” Emma says. “We’re all a bit too…complicated.”

Leena chuckles and hugs her great-great-grandmother.

“Especially me, I suppose,” Emma says, returning the hug.

“I still can’t believe my great-great-grandfather is alive too,” she says. “But, onto bigger things.”

“Indeed,” Artie says. “I think the glass is in Univille.”

“Where?” Myka asks.

“Not sure, but it was definitely on the scan at the airport and loaded onto the plane. It also definitely was unloaded from the plane,” Artie says.

Emma nods, knowingly. “Which means, it wasn’t subdued by the purple bag.”

“It needs gooped,” Artie says.

“I think Claudia and Jinks can take my place, then,” Emma says.

Artie nods.

“Why?” Jinks asks.

“The purple goo can subdue any artifact, right?” Emma says.

Jinks nods.

“I am an artifact, right?” Emma says.

“Eww,” Claudia says.

“I’ve speculated that I would age quickly to my full age and the artifact would fuse to whomever was closest to me at the time or it would simply just sit on my ashes,” she says.

“Double eww,” Claudia says.

Emma nods. “So, you non-artifact-people can take care of the gooping.”

Claudia grins. “I’m good with that.”

****

Myka, Pete, Jinks, and Claudia check in with everyone in Univille to see if they have found a magnifying glass today. Everyone pretty much says the same thing, ‘no.’

“Dead end, Artie,” Pete says.

“This is odd. It was in your bag, then it wasn’t,” Artie says.

“Let’s give it a couple days,” Emma says. “Sometimes it doesn’t want to be found right away.”

“True,” Artie says. “Come on back. We’ll worry about it tomorrow.”

The team arrives back shortly after. Trailer is hogging Emma’s lap and relishing the attention she is giving him.

“Emma spoils the dog,” Claudia says.

“He’s so loveable, though,” Emma says, scratching his ears. “Aren’t you, boy?”

Trailer woofs.

“That was a yes,” Artie says.

“We can’t find this thing until we get a ping, can we?” Myka asks.

“Most likely we’ll find it when something happens before the ping,” Emma says.

Artie nods. “Like Woodstock.”

“That was fun, though,” Emma says.

“Memories,” Artie says with a smile.

“You both went to Woodstock?” Pete asks.

They both nod.

“You…and Artie…at Woodstock?” Pete asks.

Artie nods. “We were dressed like hippies, toting flowers, riding in a VW van, chasing down an artifact, and listening to Jimi Hendrix.”

“So…awesome,” Pete says.

“Don’t cry, Pete,” Emma says.

“I won’t,” Pete says. “I won’t.”

****

“We’ve got trouble,” Emma says, cinching the belt to her robe and opening Artie’s bedroom door at two in the morning.

“Lovely,” he says. “Trouble couldn’t happen at a decent hour.”

“Trouble rarely waits for bedtime to be over,” Emma says.

“I’m up,” he says, sitting and reaching for his robe. “Are the others?”

“You need to see this first,” Emma says.

Artie follows her, pulling on his robe.

Emma leads him downstairs and points outside.

The townspeople are gathered with rocks, ready to throw at the inn.

“They look like zombies,” Artie says.

“What do we do?” Emma asks. “We can’t zap them all at once with Teslas!”

Artie sighs. “Wake the others. Claudia might be able to help you modify the Tesla to deliver a stun that would knock them out collectively for a couple hours. The rest of us can figure out what to do from there. Oh, and no lights on. If lights come on, they might start throwing things.”

Emma nods and heads back up the stairs toward Claudia’s room. “Claud’?” She asks as she opens the door.

“Go away,” she mumbles.

“I need your help, sweetheart,” Emma says, approaching cautiously.

“Emma? What time is it?”

“Too early to be up unless it was urgent,” Emma says.

Claudia slowly sits up. “Okay.”

“And, don’t turn on any lights. Use your ipod or cell if you need light.”

Claudia nods. “I’ve had weirder instructions. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“I’ll go wake the others.”

Emma moves to Jinks’ room. “Jinxy, wakey. Wakey.”

“Too early, Mom,” he mumbles and turns over.

“I would know if I was your mother,” Emma says. “Wake up. And don’t turn on any lights. Meet me downstairs.”

“Emma? Um…okay,” he says, sitting up.

“No lights,” she reiterates, moving toward Pete’s room. “Peter?”

“Again, with the early morning thing?” Pete asks, rubbing his eyes. “You scared me when you opened my door.”

She nods. “Don’t turn on any lights,” she says.

He nods and sits up, stretching.

She moves to Myka’s room. “Myka? Wake up. Don’t turn on the light.”

Myka blinks at her and nods. “No lights. Got it. I’ll be downstairs in a minute.”

Emma moves down the steps toward Artie. Claudia is already down there, orange juice in hand, staring out the window.

“It’s like a zombie apocalypse,” Emma says, looking at their neighbors through the window.

“I thought this would be so much cooler,” Claudia says.

“Apparently not,” Emma says. “Let’s see if we can get the Teslas so they can stun a wide range of people at once without killing and only knocking them out for a couple hours at most.”

“Sounds like a piece of cake,” Claudia says with a sigh.

“I know. We’ll work in the workshop…After I wake Leena…”

“No need. I’m up,” she says. “I heard everyone else up and whispering about no lights.” She kisses Emma on the cheek. “Go to the workshop.”

“We have a workshop?” Claudia asks.

“You never showed her the workshop?” Emma stops and asks Artie.

“I forgot about it,” he says. “Show her now.”

“Come on, Claud’,” Emma says, leading toward a door underneath the stairs.

She opens the door, which leads to a downward-spiraling stairwell.

“This is cool,” Claudia says.

Emma nods. “Indeed.”

Claudia closes the door to the stairs and follows Emma downward as a set of twinkle lights comes on and leads down to the basement.

“The basement of wonders has been hiding underneath here all this time and I didn’t know about it?” Claudia asks.

“You can beat up Artie later,” Emma says with a giggle.

Claudia laughs. “I will,” she says. “Let’s make a zombie zapper.”

“That sounds cool,” Emma says.

****

“They took a step forward,” Myka says. “At the same time, they took a step, just one.”

“That’s odd,” Artie says. “The magnifying glass is on the table over there.”

“One of us is having a dream magnified?” Jinks asks.

“Looks like it,” Artie says. “But which one of us has had a dream like this?”

Emma shrieks from below.

“What the hell?!” Claudia screams.

The two women burst through the door and close it.

“It’s always fun to find a big-eyed, tiny, nearly hairless, humanoid monster with razor-sharp teeth in the basement,” Claudia says.

“One of us is having our dreams magnified,” Artie tells them.

Emma nods. “It chose me, Artie. Things are about to get a lot worse.”

****

“How do you know it’s you?” Pete asks, helping Emma sit and handing her a glass of water.

“That creature in the basement is a Quixan or forest wraith,” Emma says. “Only two people have ever seen one: myself and Helen Magnus.”

“So we have a projection of an abnormal in the basement?” Artie asks.

Emma nods. “But the projections can be real, if the dream is old enough. My dreams are old enough, Arthur, even the newest.”

Artie sighs. “This is so not good.”

“If a dream is old enough?” Pete asks.

“If a dream is over forty years old or the dreamer, rather, then the dream has the capability of becoming real,” Artie says.

“I’m 387 years old. I think my dreams are more than capable of becoming real,” Emma says.

“Lovely,” Jinks says.

“Why couldn’t I have dreams like a unicorn frolicking in the garden?” Emma says.

“Um…” Claudia points to the garden.

“And, suddenly, a brown-speckled unicorn with a silver mane appears in the garden,” Leena says.

Emma nods. “Much better than zombies and Quixan.”

“Why zombies?” Pete asks.

“Because a group of townspeople from Warehouse 7 realized I was up to something and thought I might be some sort of witch, so they stormed the Warehouse ready to stone me,” Emma says. “Hence, out there.”

“But, these are supposed to be dreams, right?” Myka says.

Emma nods. “They are. I’ve had vivid nightmares of the Quixan. And, I’ve dreamt that the people living in the towns of Warehouse 7, 12, and, now, 13 were reacting this way to my being here, affected by an artifact or just became zombies.”

“Any other nightmares we should know about?” Pete asks.

“Yes, but I’m trying not to think about that,” she says. “I’m trying to think of good dreams.”

Suddenly, a tea set appears on the table.

“I’d almost forgotten that dream,” Emma says.

“You have an eidetic and photographic memory,” Claudia says.

“Yes,” Emma says. “This is a dream from when I was five, though. Tea with my mum and a stuffed rabbit.”

“Nothing went wrong with this dream?” Jinks asks.

Emma shakes her head. “It was a pleasant dream.”

A stuffed bunny appears in one chair and begins sipping the tea, commenting on how lovely it tastes.

“Unicorns and bunnies, this is more like it,” Claudia says.

Emma nods.

The zombie townspeople take another collective step toward the inn.

“We need to goop the glass,” Emma says.

Artie nods. “I’ll go find some goo.”

“Not in the basement, I hope,” Claudia says.

He shakes his head. “In the freezer in the backroom.”

“So, we’ll have to thaw the goo?”

He nods, stands, and heads to the backroom.

Emma twiddles her thumbs, eyeing the window.

“What now?” Pete asks.

“There’s a gnome staring at us,” she says. “He’ll leave us alone as long as we don’t look directly at him. If you look at him, he can steal your heart and take it away.”

“O-kay,” Pete says. “I’m just not gonna look out the window at all.”

“I’ve got the goop,” Pete says, bringing in a large container of frozen purple stuff.

“I’ve got two electric blankets we can use to thaw it out,” Leena says, running to a closet and returning with the blankets.

The team goes to work.

Emma fidgets.

“What’s wrong, Emma?” Artie asks.

“I’m going to have to be the one who puts the thing in the goo, right?” Emma asks.

“It usually works better that way,” he says.

“I’m an artifact. I can’t touch the goo,” Emma says.

“I’d forgotten that detail,” Artie says.

“Can she wear gloves?” Myka asks.

“My long gloves are at the Warehouse,” Emma says.

“This is gonna be a weird night,” Pete says.

****

Artie checks the goo. Emma returns from the kitchen with several purple gloves wrapped around her arms, a pair of purple gloves in place on her hands, and a pair of long rubber gloves in one hand.

Claudia eyes her. “Interesting fashion choice.”

“Makeshift long gloves,” Emma says with a sigh. “Is the goo ready?”

Artie shakes his head. “Another twenty minutes, I think.”

She nods and heads up the stairs solemnly.

Claudia watches her. “She looks so sad.”

“If those gloves don’t protect her, she could lose her baby, let alone her life,” Artie says.

Claudia lowers her eyes.

“Go sit with her,” Artie says, nodding toward the stairs.

Claudia heads up, eyes Emma’s open door, and listens for a moment.

“Come on in, Claudia,” Emma says. “I heard you creep up the stairs.”

“I don’t creep,” Claudia says. “I sneak along at an awkward pace.”

Emma smiles.

“I don’t want you to lose your baby,” Claudia whispers. “I don’t wanna lose you, either.”

Emma hugs her tight. “I don’t say this very often. In fact there’s only one other person I’ve said something like this to. I think of you as I would my own daughter.”

Claudia looks at her. “You hardly know me, though.”

“I’m good at reading people,” Emma says. “You have a pure heart and an amazing intellect, not to mention a great sense of musicianship.”

Claudia blushes. “Still, though.”

“I only said that to one other person, and she is just as amazing as you,” Emma says.

“Who?”

“Helen Magnus,” Emma says with a smile.

“I knew I liked her,” Claudia says. “Are you gonna call Biggie?”

“No,” Emma says. “I’ll call him after.”

The two women leave the ‘if’ off, dangling in between them precariously.

****

“Emma!” Artie calls.

Emma and Claudia rush down the stairs to find a shadowy figure in the doorway, holding a knife.

Emma frowns. “I never understood why Helen liked you,” she says.

The man looks up, eyes her, shakes his head, and leans against the doorpost.

Emma puts on the rubber gloves over the purple ones. “Please, tell me the goop is ready.”

Artie nods and says, “It is.”

“Can you bring it and the artifact here?” She asks. “He won’t go after the men in the house.”

Jinks and Pete grab the container of goo while Artie carefully gets the magnifying glass.

“Myka and Leena, stay as far away from that guy as possible. He is beyond dangerous, right now,” Emma says, taking the glass from Artie and holding it over the goo tub.

Claudia grabs Emma’s free hand and squeezes.

“Don’t let go,” Emma tells her before plunging the glass into the goo.

The shadowy figure rushes her.

“Don’t do it, John!” Emma cries, removing her hand as sparks fly. She crumples to the stair steps. Claudia helps her sit.

****

When Emma’s eyes open, John is still there. “It didn’t work?”

Artie clears his throat. “Apparently only John’s actions were a dream,” he says.

“So, it’s really you?” Emma says, sitting slowly.

John nods. “I’m not that dangerous anymore,” he says.

“You were as long as you were stuck in my dream,” she says. “And, I do understand why she loves you.”

He nods. “I’ll leave, now that I know you’re okay.”

Claudia moves toward the door, but John teleports away. “Um…okay.”

“Weirder and weirder,” Pete says, sitting down in a chair.

“The magnifying glass?” Emma asks.

“In the container of purple goo, locked tight, buried in another container of goo, locked tight, trapped in a sealed container lined in purple fuzz, and transported to the dark vault,” Pete says. “And, before you ask, all the townspeople have been returned home, the gnome and Quixan are gone, as are the unicorn and tea party.”

Emma nods.

John reappears with Helen. “She insists on checking you over.”

Emma nods.

Everyone scatters from the room except for Helen, Leena, and Claudia.

“You two can stay,” Emma tells Leena and Claudia.

They nod and move to stand nearby.

Helen checks over Emma and the child, using a portable sonogram. “There’s growth, but the heartbeat is strong.”

“How much growth?” Emma asks.

“You’re now about two months along, instead of a few weeks,” Helen says. “You’ll probably have a faster progression until the baby is born, now.”

“What does that mean?” Claudia asks.

“It means, she’ll be having this baby in about four months from now,” Helen says.

“I suppose I should tell Biggie,” Emma says.

Helen nods. “I don’t, however, recommend teleporting while pregnant; so, a phone call should do it.”

Emma removes something from her bedside stand. “Give him this and show him how to operate it, please,” she says, showing Magnus how to make the mini-Farnsworth work. “It’s a two way thing. I have the only other one.”

Magnus nods. “I will do that.”

The two women hug, Emma kissing Magnus on the cheek.

Helen smiles.

Emma introduces Leena.

“The great-great-granddaughter,” Helen says. “Very good to meet you.”

Leena smiles and nods. “Likewise. It’s always good to meet honorary daughters of Emma’s.” She nods toward Claudia, too.

Helen smiles. “Figures,” she says, winking at Emma.

“I only have two of you,” Emma says, standing slowly. “Myka and Irene would be jealous if they knew.”

Claudia shakes her head. “I think Myka would be relieved.”

Emma laughs.

“I’ve always wondered if you have honorary sons,” Helen says.

“Just one. He’s downstairs,” Emma says.

“Arthur?” Helen asks.

Emma nods.

“Peter would be relieved to hear it isn’t him, too,” Leena says.

Emma giggles. “I do believe he would.”

“Take it easy for a few days,” Helen says.

Emma nods. “I will.”

John reappears and transports Helen and himself back.

“How does he do that?” Claudia asks.

“Vampire blood,” Emma says.

“I’m not sure I want to know,” Leena says. “But, at least your aura’s back to being its weird pink, purple, yellow, blue that it usually is.”

“That’s good to know,” Emma says.

“Are those the good colors?” Claudia asks.

“Typically,” Leena says. “If they’re around someone who is like Emma or one of us, then they are known to represent the good in someone. Pink is for passion and spontaneity; purple, for intuition and imagination; yellow, for humor and wisdom; and blue, for peace, truth, and devotion.”

“Any colors she doesn’t have?” Claudia asks.

“Green for complete balance,” Leena says.

“I’m almost 400 years old,” Emma says. “I try to stay a bit unbalanced; keeps life interesting.”

Leena chuckles. “And orange for being emotional.”

“Overly emotional,” Emma says. “I’m a calm girl.”

Claudia nods. “Except for when we saw the Quixan.”

“Well, yes,” Emma says. “The Quixan would do it every time.”

Artie moves to the door. “Everything okay in there, ladies?”

“Yes, Arthur, it is,” Emma says. “You’re safe.”

Artie peeks in to find Emma dressed in her blue jeans, a blue shirt, and a leather vest. “The baby?”

“The baby is fine,” she says. “The goo just sped up his or her development. I’ll probably know what it is in a month or just after a month. Wow. I’m going to have to find some maternity clothes soon.”

“I can look that up for you, Emm,” Leena says with a smile. “Although, I don’t know if I can match your style exactly.”

“It doesn’t have to match completely,” Emma says.

Leena nods and moves out of the room.

Claudia follows. “Have we checked the basement?”

Pete says, “Yes, there is nothing creepy down there except some sort of Emma-made contraption.”

Emma smiles. “Things are back to normal…normal being a relative term.”

Artie laughs. “You were out for about nine hours,” he says.

“I probably aged a couple weeks,” she says. “Nothing to worry about, though. The baby is fine.”

He nods.

She hugs him.

“You’ve ‘adopted’ Claudia, haven’t you?”

She nods.

“I knew you would,” he says, taking her arm and leading her down the stairs to brunch.

“So, mini-Farnsworths?” Claudia asks Emma.

Emma grins back at Claudia. “I’ll show you how to make one later.”

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