“But haven’t we had a little bit of our powers all along?” Colleen pointed out. “You predicting the weather, and my dreams. I — um — you remember that dream I had the other week, with the aliens? The one who was killed was Fuse.”

“No way!” Ru exclaimed. “Are you sure? Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“I wasn’t sure at first.” Colleen pulled a folded piece of sketchbook paper out of her case. “I drew both of the aliens after the dream though.”

It was out of proportion and sketchy, but Ru could see the resemblance.