"It was just so real," Sarah said quietly. "He was behind me, and he looked all big and scarey, like bigger than life, all in green, and he kept laughing when I said that Mike would keep him from hurting me and saying that he was smarter than Mike, and wasn't worried about that."

Mike frowned, thoughtfully, as he hugged his little sister.

"Seems like you've got the normal jitters, kid." Daria assured her. "I don't think Johnny is in any condition to hurt anyone after Mike gave him a good..'talking to'" She grinned.

No clue what her power could be huh? Cuz if you've got another psychic, forseer on our hands we can't ignore the dream. she thought to herself and to Mike.

"That's not what I'm worried about... I'm more worried that it *wasn't* a dream. He's had a few days to patch himself up and follow us, after all."

Daria thought for a moment.

True. Very True. Maybe you should take that trip to the astral plane.

"Are you guys doing that thing where you talk in your heads? Mike can do that, I know." Sarah asked bluntly. "Is there something wrong?"

"No!" Daria said smiling. "Nothing is wrong. Like I said, we're going to make sure you're safe."

"Maybe. We'll see, right now we have bigger assholes to fry."

"Because Johnny can do it too," he added, figuring that Sarah ought to be aware of that, "And you probably can to, you just haven't figured out how yet."

Daria nodded.

"Yeah. Maybe if you hang around mutants long enough, you start to get powers." She joked. "its kinda like the chickenpox."

"Except you only itch that bad if you're really, really unlucky."

Daria laughed. "But Chicken pox can be fun too. You get to stay home and take oatmeal baths. My gramma used to let us drink kool-aid from krazy Straws...."

Sarah looked at her oddly and laughed. "You guys are so weird."

"Dear, I read minds and she has a tail. Welcome to the world of 'weird,'" Mike answered, rolling his eyes.

Sarah giggled. "So weird can be cute, too?" she asked, looking at Daria's tail.

Emerald walked into the kitchen of the institute tail wagging back and forth happily. She had finally unpacked all her stuff and was ready to eat some non raw food.....maybe. She morphed into her wolf form and opened the refrigerator door with her mouth, right before she stuck her nose in searching for anything that she would like to eat.

((Emerald is to intent on getting food to notice anyone...typical wolfy.))

Daria laughed. "You two are so nice, telling me my tail is not freakish." Her stomach growled, which reminded her that, besides her milk, she hadn't actually eaten anything.

She noticed Lupin at the fridge. "Good idea. I'm kinda hungry too." she said.

"Want some tuna?" Sarah asked. "Thats not a cat joke, But I make good tuna."

"Um..." Daria began not wanting to allude to the fact that she knew Sarah's unpleasant history with tuna. "I think I'm alright."

Mike smirked. "Daria loves tuna, honey. You'll have to cook for her sometime when she's feeling like having fish," he said, smirking at Daria.

"Right!" Daria nodded enthusiastically. "I do like tuna but its not really breakfast food."

Nice save.

Sarah shrugged. "For lunch then?"

Daria smiled weakly. "We'll see." She stood and swiftly made her way to the counter and checked the cabinets. She decided to have cold cereal since the weather was warm and it gave her an excuse to have more milk.

She poured herself a bowl and glanced at the fridge again.

"Emmy, when you're done can you pass me the Milk?" she asked.

"Emmy?" Sarah whispered. "Who is Emmy?"

Emerald barked happily for she had found a 3/4's empty jar of peanut butter. Unfortunately the lid wasn't on and when Emerald attempted to grab the rim by her teeth she landed in a sticky situation.

The wolf emerged from the fridge with her muzzle stuck in the jar of peanut butter, which was way to small. She licked the contents happily but when she realized she couldn't get the jar off her nose she growled irritably. She walked over to the group and with a look on her face that said 'Please get the jar off then ill get the milk.'

((Poor Emerald))

Mike winced as he saw the wolf with the jar over its muzzle. He waved a hand and the jar popped free of her face painlessly.

"You okay?" he asked, peering around Sarah's head to see her.