Daria dragged Mike out onto the mansion grounds. It was dark and the stars were in the sky, but nothing compared to Maine. But Daria was happy she could call this place home now, truely and fully.

"Okay...where are we jogging?" she asked Mike.

Mike shrugged. "We'll just jog and see where we end up. Hopefully we'll still be in the grounds when we get done..."

"Of course...unless we mysteriously get teleported to another place...but...its not like either of us cant teleport." she grinned running in a circle around him before taking off.

Mike grinned, following. "I was just think that, y'know, it'd be SUCH a shame ot have to camp out in the woods because we 'get lost.'"

Daria grinned. She weaved in and out of trees going at a normal pace for the time being. She closed her eyes periodically, able to navigate by smell and sound, and the vibrations of Mike's foot steps.

"Yeah, this is better than Knitting." she grinned, her eyes still closed.

Mike laughed. She couldn't see it, since he was ahead, but his eyes were closed as well. His telekinesis saturated the area, letting him have a sense of where everything was, even though it was pitch black out.

Daria followed, not minding Mike being ahead, she had no reason to rush. She avoided the rocks and fallen branches. They were in the area of the grounds that had basically been untouched.

And, of course, as Mike kept relying on his telekinesis to guide him, he started getting complacent... and got sloppy. A large rock, plainly visible even in the dead of night, was right in front of him, and he tripped over it, falling rather hillariously and rolling a few times before smacking down on his back and opening his eyes.

"Shit. Okay, that was... awkward," he muttered, shaking his head to clear it.

Daria laughed and pretended to trip as well, mimicking Mike's fall and landing next to him.

"That wasn't awkward." She grinned. "It's fun. Are you hurt? Do you want me to kiss you and make it better?" she smiled

Mike's head hurt a bit, but he smiled despite it. "Don't I always?"

She kissed him gently. "my poor baby."

Then, after a moment's thought she laughed. "I pretty much thought you were spill proof. I mean...you always catch me."


((hahaha spill proof. I just got that myself. >.<))

He smirked. "I would be, but I was using it to try to find my path... so I was too distracted to catch myself when I tripped."

"Apparently, my pathfinding powers are pretty pathetic."

Daria just chuckled. "Personally, I like to take joy in the fact that we have all achieved our greatest goal." she said with a straight face.


"Potty training." before he could laugh she went on. "Think about it. You could be super rich and be the best navigator in the world but if you're still peeing in your pants no one will respect you." she finished.

Mike did laugh. It was true, but probably the funniest thing he'd heard all day. "You're great, you know that?" he laughed. "Yes... I might trip over stones, but my underwear is gratefully dry."

"Yeah, I know I'm great. But I'm so serious about that. Linda said it to me once. I guess all of the secret agent work had gone to my head. She comes up to me and says "remember kid, no matter how many times you save the world, your greatest achievement happened the day you stopped wearing diapers."

Daria smiled. "She....has a very unique yet potent way of getting her point across."