He wanted one of the new META Bots. He wanted one he wanted one he wanted one. But Jaager was still not talking to him in that not not talking to him way that he had been since Finland, so the boy couldn't ask now. First he needed to do something big, something to earn the man's trust again, to prove he was useful.

Obviously, that meant the complete and utter destruction of Lori Faust.

It was a project he'd started before they'd left. A series of pranks that-were-not-pranks, like causing traffic jams in front of Faust Pharmaceuticals, and leaking falsified accounting information to the press. But now the press was trying to blame Mr. Jaager for being behind the 'hacker attacks' on Faust. Which was true. But they didn't have any proof that it was true, so it was stupid and unfair of them to slander Jaager like that.

...Maybe this was another reason that Jaager was treating him like a child. Maybe he had made the man angry, even before they had gone to Finland. Maybe everything Panu had done was stupid and childish and not at all useful, and Jaager's patience was growing thin, and soon he would be the one being used as a distraction on missions instead of their new hobo.

The eight year old flopped face first on a computer keyboard. He did not groan, because that would be undignified. But he felt like groaning.

He would have to go back to Faust and finish the job he started. She had a sketchy no-camera basement, just like Jaager Worldwide did. So probably hers was full of things that she didn't want the public to know, too.

Yes. He would break into her scary creepy basement and see what was there and let the media and Jaager know and then everyone would hate her and she would be ruined and Jaager would do more than say "Please pass the salt. Thank you" while his voice said "Are you competent enough to do even this? Ah, what a pleasant surprise."

...Yes. This is what he would do. And no one would stop him, because he was very competent, thank you.

Chloe had been keeping up with the media lately and saw all the horrible things that was going on with her friend, Lori Faust's pharmaceutical company. She had heard from some sources that it has been JW Headquarters that was the reason behind the hacking and falsified information. Chloe had just gotten to become good friends with Lori and knew this unwarranted attack was probably stressing her out and was very much not needed. It pissed her off to know someone was trying to overtake Lori's company. She was trying to help people and Chloe couldn't just stand by and see someone slander her name for the progress she was making.

Chloe decided that she would go investigate herself in the JW building and see what she could find that Mr. Jaager might not want being found out about his business. She would find what she could and she would leak it to the press just like they had done to Lori. Everyone has secrets that they don't want brought to light, but if anyone thought they could mess with her newfound "family" and not have some repercussions, then they were sadly mistaken. She didn't have Ty back and Lori now was her only family.

Chloe had seen that a boy had been with Mr. Jaager all the time and thought maybe could find a way into the building with him. She knew there would be strict security and that she as a human form wouldn't be able to get by without being noticed. So as she walked down the crowded street, she ducked into a vacant alley and began her shift into her butterfly form. After shifting, she took flight and began to search for the boy. Most people don't notice butterflies flying close to them. They look and think how pretty and how they aren't being bothered by them, so they aren't likely to shoo or brush her away. She had flown up a few blocks when she thought she saw the boy and fluttered closer to get a better look.

Once she had flown up to about his face, she instantly recognized him from newspaper pictures of him and other media sources. She lightly perched on his back/shoulder area and hung on for dear life, making sure the wind didn't blow her away and his steps didn't knock her off his shoulder. She also made sure she stayed silent. She didn't want him to know that she was anything other than an ordinary butterfly. She hoped that where he was going now would be to the JW Building and that he would take her to the places that she needed to get to.

Maybe, just maybe...she would get away with the information she needed without being noticed or alarms going off. She was doing this for Lori. She kept that in her mind as she began to plot her future moves.

He would go into the office and plan today. This is what he would do.

Panu took the bus. He was good at taking New York buses: they had an app that planned routes, and their fare readers were friendly like puppies that wagged their tails when they saw him, like they wanted him to scratch behind their code. Some adults seemed worried that he was riding all alone, but it was easy to avoid them, and sit next to the many many people who did not care at all. New York was good like that. More people lived in this city than in all of Finland, so it was easy not to care about the people you saw, even if they were little boys.

He got off about a block from Jaager Worldwide. While he waited at the light, he--

Hahaha, wait at light. No. Panu asked it to change as he was walking towards it, and it did, because it was a good light.

He did not notice the butterfly land. He did not even notice it fluttering by his face; he did not so much as blink, and his light blue eyes did not make any move to track it. If she had fluttered across his chest, then the camera hanging around his neck would have seen her, but his real eyes... those were a blind spot. Butterflies were very light, and he could not see through the front of his head, much less the back.

When he stepped inside of JW, it was another matter. A black butterfly on a light gray hoodie was very very easy to see. He stopped just inside the doors, as the first of the lobby cameras came under his control, his mouth open in a small 'o.' Then he spun, very slowly, so that he could see her better. This did not in any way involve turning his head; rather, he turned his back more fully towards the nearest camera, and zoomed its lens in.

It was a very very pretty butterfly.

With slow, ginger steps, the Fin made his way to the front desk. "Ms. D'Souza," he said softly (though he was not actually sure if butterflies could hear?), "I have a butterfly. It is an Eastern Black Swallowtail, Papilio polyxenes, and it is female because females have blue spots like hers."

These were facts he had gotten from Wikipedia just now. He turned his shoulder a little, so the woman sitting behind the desk could see, but hopefully not enough to scare her. (The butterfly, not the receptionist.)

"I see that," the woman replied, with the bemused air of adults who do not quite know what to say.

"Can I bring it downstairs or will the guards hurt it? I can work in an office instead."

"Maybe it would rather be outside," the woman said.

Panu shook his head in clear denial. Then he froze, afraid he'd scare the swallowtail off.

"It is too cold for her, that is why she lands on me. I learn this in Finland, I have friend who is friend of insects.  She will fly away when she is ready but for now I may bring her downstairs?"

He was not very good at puppy eyes, because he was not very good at eyes. But he was very good at rocking on his heels excitedly and being an eight year old.

The secretary gave a little indulgent sigh, and called the elevator. Panu very very carefully stepped into it.

"<There will be a bit of a jar when we move, but don't be scared.>" Panu spoke to the butterfly in Finnish. Butterflies spoke Finnish just as well they spoke English, and he was sure she would rather hear the more beautiful language.

At the bottom--the very very bottom, past the last button that was actually listed on the elevator's panels--he stepped out into their underground base. He had not been here many times, but he was starting to like it. There were many cameras, and servers only he was ever meant to read and write from, and it was very hard for people who were not in their family to survive a trip down here. He liked that.

The first part of the base was just a blank boring hallway, with a man reading a kindle.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Harmaajärvi."

The man looked like he was in his twenties or thirties, but he always acted like he older. Or like he was pretending to be older. Panu was never sure if he was really this formal, or if he was only this formal when Panu spoke with him. Either way, the Fin returned to the Brit the same respect.

"Hello, Mr. Rendfur. If it is all right with you, I have a visitor. It is a butterfly."

"Is it an evil butterfly, or a good butterfly?" The man asked, with the gravest of dignity.

"If it is evil maybe it can stay, but if it turns out to be good I will yell very loudly, I promise."

"That will be satisfactory, Mr. Harmaajärvi. You may enter."
 
It should be noted that Mr. Rendfur waited a moment, then radioed a quick word of caution to the others on duty, just in case. He had never felt more stupid for being cautious in his entire life.

Butterfly didn't have to wait very long for the little 8 year old to walk her right to the JW building. She noticed though that when she flew up to his face that he was blind. He didn't move his eyes to even notice her. She didn't know this before, but thought it might help later on if push came to shove and she couldn't get the answers she was looking for.

As they entered the building, Chloe started looking around and noticed all the heavy security.'Well, there goes my idea of trying to shift and look around and be nosy. I guess I'll have to just try and wing this whole mission out and pray I get back out without being noticed,' she thought. Though the boy did do something that surprised her, he apparently used the camera that was hanging around his neck and one of the security cameras to examine her. It was then that she realized that this boy could control technology and the cameras. If she were to shift anywhere in this building, she was screwed; Not that she didn't already know she was screwed due to the security, but that it was all controlled by this 8 year old boy and that he would be able to control all technology everywhere. She had to plot and plan this just right. That camera was his eyes and for her to get the information she needed, that camera would have to go, but that would be later and she could use it as leverage.

It was then that she was snapped back from her plotting to realize that she was being noticed at the front desk and that he was taking up for her to stay where she was and even trying to "calm" her when the elevator started to move down. She didn't know what he was saying because it was foreign to her, but could tell that's what he was doing because of the tone he used. As they were riding the elevator, Chloe carefully crawled to the front of the boy's shirt so she would be able to see better. Maybe she would even explore his camera to see the extent of him seeing that way and to seem more "realistic". She had just gotten to a comfortable spot when he started walking forward out of the elevator and began to speak to a British guard. She thought if was quite odd that they were talking about her being an evil or good butterfly and yelling if she was good. She didn't know exactly what that was supposed to mean, but realized it was serious when she heard the guard radio a caution to the other guards. She was ready to see what she could find in the room they were about to enter and maybe she wouldn't give herself away. She had to make sure that while she was snooping that she didn't leave to boy too long and he leave without her. He was gonna be her way out and she wouldn't be able to move forward without him playing right into her hands.

His new butterfly was very inquisitive and also feeling better. When it had been cold from the outside, it had stayed in only one place, like it was huddling for warmth. Now it was moving all around on its thin legs, from his back to his shoulder to his front to his camera. He saw black wings with blue spots covering the lens. With the florescent lights behind it, it was like a stained glass window.

"You are a very beautiful butterfly," he whispered to it. "We have swallowtails in Finland, but not black ones."

He walked, with great care, to the best room ever. The server room. His server room.

If the butterfly had ever been in a server room before, or knew much of anything about computers, she would notice a glaring lack: there were no cords connecting these machines to the outside world. The only way to access them was to stand in this room and physically connect. Or to be named Panu, and be within range.

The room itself was not very large--more like a supply closet than a proper room--but it did not need to be. It had a desk at one corner, and under the desk was a bean bag chair, and this was where he curled up to sit. It was a secret cave very well sized to an eight year old.

They were new servers. Most were very blank still, like white canvas waiting for paint. It was very relaxing to feel them in his head. Mr. Jaager had not planned for a technopath on the team, but he had wasted no time in buying things now that Panu was here. Mostly the Fin had asked for machines with extra RAM.

After a moment, he reached up, and dragged a laptop off the desk and down into his awesome cave, while all around them the server lights blinked. He did not need the screen--his organic eyes were very much the opposite of needing the screen--but he thought it was only polite to give the butterfly something to look at, so she would not be bored while she warmed up.

"See? These are Finnish swallowtails," the blond boy said, bringing up an image search for Old World Swallowtails. His hands never touched the keyboard, but the search text had typed itself into the screen almost too fast to follow. "I had a friend who very much liked swallowtails. One time it was very cold and I found one on the ground outside and it crawled on my hand and would not fly off. That is when she told me that very cold butterflies like to land on warm things. She helped me keep it safe all winter, and we let it go in spring, and it flew away like nothing had happened. Insects lived a very long time when Parvi was near."

Parvi had helped him find a new butterfly the next winter. It was a Mountain Apollo. It had died when she had died. All of her insects had.

His hands tightened in his lap. "I think she would like it that I am helping you."

Butterfly began to feel her rage against this company soften, slightly. She began to realize that this 8 year old boy was just that, a child. He was being manipulated by the adults running this company and all he was trying to look for was approval and love and care from someone he looked up to. That was all. Chloe's heart began to soften from the stone she had created it to be. She couldn't believe that she actually thought about paralyzing this young child with her blood. Maybe there could be a way that she could get to know this young boy and learn information another way. Maybe there was more to Lori than she thought.

When they entered the server room, she did notice that none of the tech had any cords connecting them to anything outside the room and they all looked very brand new. She realized that they would probably not have very much on them and that the boy would be the only one to access anything in this room. She realized that she would have to give up on her mission and re-evaluate how she would gain information. She also realized that she needed to snoop more into Lori than she had before. To be honest, she was hoping that this was going to go a lot easier than what it was, but she understood that maybe she was being biased by Lori and that maybe this young boy could help her understand. She wanted to talk to him, but she didn't want to signal any alarm to him that would trap her here. He seemed so nice. She didn't even know his first name.

She noticed that he brought down a laptop and began to show her Finnish swallowtails and told her about his friend Parvi. He didn't seem cruel and kids are usually more understanding than adults are. She fluttered over to his hands as if to tell him to relax and that it was okay to be upset about losing a friend. She had lost plenty of people and had moment of anger and confusion just like he did. She wondered what else he was doing inside his mind while he was being nice to her and letting her get to know him more.

The butterfly moved over his fingers like a tiny dancer, her many many feet tickling him and feeling like many many more than they really were. He bit his lip, holding in a giggle, but it still came out his nose as a little snorting puff of air.

"You are a good butterfly," Panu said. "Maybe you will help me? Today I am do Super Secret Mission."

On the laptop screen, he brought up a picture of the worst woman in the city. She was blonde, which was a good and proper color, but she wore it like limp noodles. She dressed nicely but she did not fool him. And she would not fool the butterfly either. Butterflies knew that birds were pretty, but they would eat bugs all the same.

"This is Lori Faust. She is very very very very very bad woman. I am crush her as present to my father." That was maybe lying to a butterfly. He squiggled a little in the bean bag chair, and then admitted it. "Well, he is not my father yet. But soon. We go to Finland, and he said he would adopt me after Finland, so it will be soon. He is angry with me now but once I am crush Faust for him, he will like me again. Then I can be his son."

Once he was Jaager's son, and the media knew it, then he could not disappear mysteriously without people noticing. Then he would be safe, because Jaager would protect him from other people, and also not kill him if he made a mistake or he was an annoying child.

Unless it was a very big mistake. Or he was very annoying.

But if Panu was perfect and also quiet, then he would be the best son ever.

"Today I will hack her bank account," Panu decided. "Maybe she should donate to terrorist unicorn from her personal checking. Then the FBI will look very close at her."

He had seen her accounting records. Probably she was doing just as many bad things with  her company as Jaager.

"You must help keep watch. I cannot see when I am hacking, so you will be my guardian butterfly. If something happens or someone comes in, you need to wake me up."

The butterfly so tasked, Panu tucked himself more comfortably into his cave. He put his back to the desk, and tucked up his legs, and put up his gray hood so that he would not get too cold. The servers were nice and warm, but the air conditioning that cooled them was not, and he did not always realize he was getting cold when he was network diving. Sometimes he came back and he was shivering a lot. In Tuonela, sometimes he came back and there was a warm blanket on him, instead.

Warm blankets were probably not something Jaager would ever think of. But that was okay. The Fin would rather have a strong dragon than a considerate dragon.

Preparations complete, the boy let his organic eyes slip closed and his camera eye power down. Then he went into the back of his mind. Where the internet was stood a door. He pushed it open, and stepped through.

On the bean bag chair, tucked under the desk, the little Fin did not move except to breathe.

Butterfly listened as Panu explained his idea and put his trust in her to watch out for him. Butterfly smiled to herself as she watched Panu sort of shut himself down to go hack Lori's bank account. She saw that the camera had shut down, but she had to be absolutely sure that he couldn't see her. So she crawled over his camera lens and when it did not react, she fluttered off into the room and tested the waters, she began to shift into her human form. Once her shift was complete, she paused to see if the boy had even noticed the change.

She quietly tiptoed over to where Panu was laying in the bean bag chair and carefully eased the laptop off of his lap. She began to search through the files and see what she could find of Jaager's, but as she continued her search, she realized that a lot of Lori's information was on the computer. She grew kind of curious and began to read some of the lab reports and her idea of Lori began to change. She had always been sort of wary about Lori, but she had decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. She looked at her financial records and things didn't seem to add up. Maybe Panu was telling the trough about what kind of person Lori Faust was, but that didn't mean that maybe she could playboth sides of the playing field. Maybe while she began to find out more about Lori, she could also see if Jaager was equally as bad. Though with the things she was reading about Lori, she began to doubt that anyone could be any worse.

She quickly found herself immersed in the reading on the laptop and quickly found herself forgetting to check if Panu had began to stir any or show any sign of waking from his hacking. She got comfortable and could not have prepared herself for what would possibly happen next.

The internet was fun when he used a browser to connect to it. Google was very good, and Wikipedia, and many other sites. They made things seem organized. They were like store windows, with a nice clean display and sparse shelves of nice new things for sale. Then you went in and it was the day after a hurricane, and everything was everywhere and there were piles of damp clothes squelching under your feet and the back wall of the shop was gone so that the mess kept stretching on forever.

This is what the internet was when Panu tried to walk through it on his own. He did not like doing this, it made him feel like the hurricane was raging still and he was trying to stand in it, but he did not have enough weight to stay in one place. There was too much and it was faster than he was, and even though he was faster now than he had been when he was very little and Peramies had first used him to do this, it was faster too. Probably it would always be faster. It grew every day, with millions of people adding and deleting and altering. Panu was only one boy and sometimes he had nightmares about never finding his way back out.

But Jaager was angry at him. And he had to fix it. He had to. So he took the first step away from this own head. From there it was like being on the moving walkway at an airport, only he had to jump to change to the next one before the one he was on took him too far away.

The first jump was through his phone, just to get on the network at all. Then Google, because Google was very useful for these things. Then Lori's bank, which he knew from her accounting records and also stupid HR files which had too many words. Lori's bank's main page knew where its account logins were. Its account logins wanted him to enter information, but that was stupid and also he did not know what to say. The important thing was that the account logins knew the server to check to confirm the login information. The server that checked information knew where the information was stored.

Online banking was very convenient.

Back in the beanbag chair, the boy was shivering a little, and also his head hurt.

In the internet, he could not tell either of these things. His head was always so full in here that always he felt a little too full, like he had eaten too much and now one more bite would make him very very sick. But  he was very close to being done, so he could not stop.

...But maybe he could take shortcut. A little.

He had wanted to take all her money and move it to the account of the evil terrorist unicorn that the news liked to talk about. This would be funny, because then the FBI would hate her. But then he would need to find the terrorist unicorn's account. And also probably she would say she had been hacked, and get the money back, and everyone would believe her.

He had not told Jaager he was doing this. So it was okay if he changed the plan. Maybe he could send her money somewhere easier, and also somewhere that she could not get it back.

He liked this idea much better. It was not at all because he a lazy child and his brain was starting to feel like someone was in his skull stepping on things, he was doing it because this was a better idea. Besides, maybe Lori Faust liked NYPD widows and orphans, and had always wanted to show the world this.

It took much much much longer to find her banking details so he could tell the server to move the money than it had taken to find the server in the first place. That part was maybe twenty seconds, if he was being humble. This part was the next half hour, and that was only because he got lucky. She used the same bank as Turing Pharmaceuticals, and he had taken money from them when LionOfTruth had needed some.

There were weird abstract color pictures that children with functioning organic eyes looked at, and if they looked at it from the right angle or they crossed their eyes or they stared and stared until their retinas came unglued, then suddenly there was a 3D picture there were there had only been color blobs before. This is what encryption was like for Panu. If he looked too hard, he could never understand it. But when he stared at it from strange angles or thought about something else or just sat in it and squinted, sometimes it was not just random code, sometimes it was Lori Faust, account number X, password Y. It had taken him three days to do this when LionOfTruth had asked. But now that he knew this picture, he remembered how to squint. Now it was much much faster.

He logged in as Lori, and initiated the transfer. This part was fast, because the NYPD put its end of the information on a webpage where donors could find it very easily. He sent a nice note along with the money to make it very clear how much Lori appreciated all the NYPD did for the city, and how her company's donations matching program would soon be in touch with the other half of this payment. They should keep up their very good work, and know that the children and spouses left behind by fallen officers would be cared for by a grateful city.

Probably there were some typos in the message, but he figured they would care more about "donation matching" then the rest.

Now all that was left was to crawl his way back to his skull. It felt like it took a very long time, even though it didn't. It felt like it was all uphill and also the ground was paved in glass shards and he did not have shoes, but it wasn't. He was always afraid he would get lost, but he didn't.

His own head felt very small and neat, like coming home to a studio apartment at the end of a long day, and finding all the pictures on your wall straight and the carpet vacuumed and sunlight coming in through the windows. He gratefully curled up inside, and closed the door. Probably he would not go back on the internet again for awhile. Now that he was back in his head, everything felt better, but also everything hurt. Probably he could feel every fold in his brain right now, because all of them were sore. He did not whimper because that would be undignified, but he did curl up on his side and tuck his hood more firmly over his head and pull his knees inside his hoodie so he was a big ball of warm. Then he went still again, and just listened to his own head pounding, and let himself feel just a little miserable where a dragon could not see him and think he was being childish.

Belatedly, he remembered the butterfly.

The butterfly he maybe just crushed, with his very careless rolling around.

Panu's hands scrambled for his camera's "on" button and his heart caught in his throat and he waited the long seconds for it to power up and he held it out so he could look all around for her, but she was not on the beanbag or the underside of the desk (or crushed under where he had rolled) or on the woman or on the servers or--

The eight year old froze, and shied back into the cave under the desk. There was a strange woman here, using his laptop. He did not know who she was, not even after he ran her face against his database of all Jaager's employees. She was in the server room with him, and she was on his laptop, and she was very very close. Close enough that probably she could stop him if he tried to make too much noise. He would have to be sneaky then, and send a message through--

The blonde boy winced, and clapped his hands to his temples, and did not try sending a message again. His head was probably maybe offline for awhile. Carefully he looked back up at her, trying to act like he was meeting her eyes. It was better when strangers did not know he was blind.

"Hello," he said, as calmly as he could, "Have you seen my butterfly?"

Hopefully this was a safe childish topic, one that would not make her think that he needed to be shut up. Much safer to ask then Who are you or How did you get past the guards or What are you going to do to me.

Butterfly looked over at Panu when he spoke to her and realized that he was back. She quietly pulled the page he had of butterflies back on screen and close the other window. She was slightly scared, but didn't show any of it on her face. She realized that she needed to find a way to put the boy at ease that she was not a threat to him. Maybe if she played herself as a mutant that simply had worn herself out from fluttering and flying and needed to use him to rest, then he would relax and not alarm the guards.

She smiled at him when he asked about the butterfly. "I'm your butterfly. I'm so glad that you treated me so well and were careful with me when I landed on you. I was fluttering and flying around when I became really tired and worn out. I needed to find somewhere to land and rest and you were close by and looked safe, so I landed on your shoulder. Otherwise I probably would have dropped out of the air and been stepped on and killed. I hope that I haven't alarmed you in any way. I'm not going to hurt you. I just finally had rested up and was able to shift back. I enjoyed you talking about your friend with me and showing me pictures of butterflies and telling me about wanting to get adopted. I hope you do too. Everybody should have a family and someone that loves them."

She searched his face for understanding or some form of empathy as she kept her smile up. Maybe he would want to be friends with her. The next few moments would be crucial for her. What would Panu have in store for her?

Panu's heart was beating very very fast. He could feel it against the back of his hand, thump thump thump, as he held his phone close to his chest.

The woman had black hair and was not very much taller than he was, so she was actually very short. She was young but not young like Kirsi and he, just not-an-adult young. And she did something on the computer before she spoke to him. He couldn't see the screen, and reaching out to check hurt his head, but probably it was not good.

Being trapped in a room with strange people was never good.

She smiled. Then she talked. He recorded it as it came in, and waited until the very end to translate it all at once, because one search was easier than the many little searches he usually did. Probably this looked weird to her: a boy sitting under a desk very still, not reacting to anything she said, except for a wince at the end. That was when he translated her words to Finnish. He took in a breath, and tried not to wince at all when he translated his own answer into English.

"Thank you." These words he already knew, from practicing with Noel. He used them a lot, along with please and excuse me and hello how are you. "I am glad you are not stepped on and killed. You are very pretty butterfly and very pretty girl."

She said she would not hurt him, but that was a thing that many adults liked to say. It did not seem to mean the same thing to them that it meant to children. Probably it was something he would understand when he was older, like why so much of the internet was procreation videos with bad actors.

But he was a member of Ragnarok now, and they were in the middle of Ragnarok's base. He had to be brave. It was maybe okay if she hurt him, as long as he made sure she was not here to hurt his father or his brothers or sisters.

He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders and inched, very slowly, out from under the desk.

"What are you looking at on the computer? I am good with computers. Maybe I can help."

Chloe smiled when she heard Panu call her pretty. She had to find a way to get Panu to trust her. She knew that her would be her only way out without being caught and hung for her toes and tortured for all she knew. Maybe Panu could be beneficial to her and she could find out more about what was going on around here and if they had plans for Lori. Heck, after what she read about her, she would probably go along with any plan they had for her. But she couldn't let him know about any of her motives or knowledge just yet. She had to play it cool.

She spun the computer around to show him the screen. "I was looking at more pictures of the Finnish Swallowtail that you were showing me earlier and reading about them. They are beautiful. I kinda wish that I could shift into them. I never knew what kinda of butterfly I shifted into. I got lucky to see what I looked like if I could hover close to a window for a while, but it gets kinda hard to see what you look like when you shift. You weren't gone too long and I made sure to watch out for anyone while you slept. And I was prepared to wake you somehow if anyone did show up. My name is Chloe, but my nickname is Butterfly. You can call me either one if ya want. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about me being a mutant earlier, I was just so worn out and I didn't know exactly how to tell you while I was still shifted. I hope that you can forgive me."

She hoped that her explanation and sincere apology to him would suffice and convince him that she was no threat to him.

She reached out toward him with the back of her hand to his forehead. She paused for a second to register his temperature. "Are you feeling very well? You look very flushed and your forehead is slightly warm."