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Jacob

Dad wouldn't wake up. It's been three day, and he hasn't opened his eyes since Moya knocked him unconscious during the alien attack. I've barely even noticed his breathing. Moya was slightly concerned for Dad. I still didn't trust her in the slightest. To go from wanting to kill Dad to wanting to make him stronger seemed too much of a switch to be normal. Moya would often go out and grab food for us to have. She had also used her powers to retract and contract his swallowing muscles to get him to eat something. She then... removed his... remains of the food a few hours later with her powers. It was disgusting, but we had to keep him fed.

"What do you think is happening?" I asked Moya.

"I wish I knew." She said as she took a seat next to me. "I did nothing more than knock him unconscious. He should've waken up relatively quickly." She then realized something. "Let me check his brain activity." She then grabbed the side of his head, and her esper aura surrounded her. "Come feel this." I hesitantly placed my hand on my dad's temple and let my power flow through his head. "Do you feel that?" It was weird, the brain is normally very active, but there was almost nothing happening.

"It's like his brain is in hibernation." I responded. "Is his powers forcing him into this state, and he's in a sort of hallucinogenic state."

"Your guess is as good as mine." She replied. "I've never seen this from an esper before. This could be dangerous."

"Why?" I asked.

"If what you said is true, it's like he's in an extreme lucid state." She explained. "If he doesn't soon realize that this is just a memory he is experiencing, he won't ever wake up."

"How in the hell will we tell him that?" I asked. Moya sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"If one of us is able to transfer all of our esper energy into his mind, we might be able to appear in his dream." She explained. "I'm just spitballing, but that's the best I got. It might not work, but it couldn't hurt to try."

"I'll go." I quickly responded. She was about to say something, probably volunteering just before I said anything. She sighed and reluctantly agreed. I placed my hand on his forehead and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and felt my energy entering his mind. My body then went limp and my eyes opened.

I wasn't in the apartment anymore. I was in a cold, dark, damp hallway. Cells lining both sides to eternity.

"This is a memory?" I asked myself. "Jesus, what aren't you telling me, Dad?" I slowly walked through the wall when two hands reached out to grab me from my right. I quickly stepped out of the way of the bony hands.

"Help me, please." The figure sobbed. "I can't take it anymore!" I began to breathe quite rapidly as I continued on, the man still screaming at me from behind.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked myself. Another scream echoed in front of me. I tried using my powers to sense something, but I was powerless. The air around me seemed to almost suck the power right out of me. An electricity flew through the air that made my skin crawl. Each step I took sent a resounding echo through the dark halls. How would I be able to figure out where Dad was? Suddenly, rapid footsteps began running at me from behind. I'm quickly panicked and turned around. A large hulking man charged at me. I tried shielding myself from the hit, but as she as he made contact with me, he disappeared into black dust with the simple words,

"You shouldn't be here. Your father should tell you about the Bad Man."

"The Bad Man?" I muttered. "Jesus. That must be who that was."

"Why must you intrude this time, boy?" Another voice in the darkness asked. "Your father is enjoying his long-lost past. You will not interfere."

"I can interfere when I want to." I retorted. The voice chuckled before revealing itself. An older man with a surgeon mask covering his nose and mouth.

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