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“Maggie?” No, it wasn’t Andrew who said my name. I looked up to see Jeff, walking through my door.

“Did you find it?” I asked, my voice unusually high. He shrugged.

“It was pretty badly hurt.” He said. “I don’t think there’s any way it could have made it out alive…”

“But you didn’t find it.” I finished, feeling like the Earth had dropped out from under me. Jeff nodded.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the air. The uncertainty of our, and its, fate left everyone with a chill.

“So…” Cameron said, trying to lighten the mood. “Anyone for a movie?”

“I can’t exactly go anywhere…” I said, rubbing my leg. Cameron smiled, eyeing my computer on my desk on the other side of the room.

In a matter of minutes we were watching the latest adventure flick, munching on popcorn and laughing and talking, me on my bed and them sitting against the side of this. I sighed, for the moment happy. With friends like these, life couldn’t be so bad, could it?

I found out just how bad, with days of doctor’s trips and physical therapy, it felt like my break was being eaten up, one second at a time.

I tried to balance time with my friends, but in actuality, it was hard with all my time being spent indoors or in offices, so I hardly saw them. The one exception was Cameron, who would visit almost daily, to talk to me, watch TV, or do anything to keep me entertained. Without any homework, we found fun in gossiping about celebrities, or occasionally using our powers to annoy people. Cam’s powers made it especially fun to steal treats from downstairs, which my mother usually reserved for special occasions.

One day, as we were munching on brownies, Cameron said, “Hey, do you think it would be okay if Jeff came over sometime?”

“What?”

“Well, it’s just that he hasn’t seen you in a while, and he’s getting kind of sick of just seeing Charlotte and Andrew making goo goo eyes at each other, so he wanted to know if he could come over here once in a while.”

“Um…sure. I guess. If he really wanted to…” I still hadn’t thanked him for saving me the day of the fire. I mean, I had given him credit, but I had never had the opportunity to one-on-one thank him for what he did. Especially getting rid of that monster. I really owed him for that.

“Do you think tomorrow would be good?” She asked, handing me another brownie.

“No, I have physical therapy most of the day, and then maybe I’ll have crutches so I could walk.”

“The next day then?” She was really insistent about this.

“Sure. Why is it such a big deal?”

“It’s not. It’s just that I think it’d be good for you to hang out with your friends again.”

“I hang out with you.” I pointed out, smiling. She returned the smile, but then rolled her eyes.

“And we all know you’re getting bored of just seeing me. So you need to hang out with your friends more. So I’ll bring him over the next time I come. End of discussion.”