Angela glanced around and noticed Genesis curled up at her feet.
“What happened?” Angela asked.
“You fainted,” Genesis replied. “Right there on the balcony. Gave Greta a real scare. We were all starting to get worried, actually. You’ve been out for a few hours.”
Angela sat up and stared at her hands, remembering the bottle floating between them.
“Do you need to see your doctor?” Genesis asked. “I can drive you to the clinic right now if you want.”
“No, I’m okay,” Angela said. “Better than okay.”
She stood up and paced a bit. She started putting the pieces together. The last time she reawakened a power, after the car accident three months ago, she had also passed out for a few hours with no explanation.
She didn’t realize she was saying all this aloud until Genesis stood and said, “Angie, slow down, you’re kind of freaking me out.”
“Sorry,” Angela said. “I just… I feel like a layer’s been peeled back in my mind and suddenly everything’s starting to make sense. I need to test this some more. Will you help me?”
“Of course,” Genesis said. “As long as you promise me it won’t involve another twelfth-floor balcony.”
“Deal,” Angela said.
A bedroom door opened and Greta stepped out wearing a plaid nightgown. She yawned into the back of her hand.
“Oh, thank goodness,” she said. “You’re okay.”
“Yeah,” Angela said. “Sorry for scaring you out there. I just overexerted myself.”
“I thought—” Greta started, then switched to German: “I thought you were going to throw yourself over.”
“I wasn’t that frustrated,” Angela replied, also in German.
“Well, it never hurts to check,” she said. “Anyway, I hope you’re feeling better.”
“I am,” Angela said. “Talking to you last night helped a lot, actually. Thanks.”