“And don’t you forget it.”
Downtown was busy this time of night, but they managed to find a parking spot just around the corner from the club. They proceeded on foot from there, Frederica feeling out of place in her disguise. A line stretched back from the entrance. They waited at the end.
The bouncer, a blond man in his mid-twenties, towered over the crowd, standing seven—no, eight—feet tall. Frederica eventually realized that he was actually changing size, expanding now to nine feet.
“So… you’re one of the refugees?” Tommy said.
“Huh,” Tommy said. “That’s quite the coincidence, meeting Frederica on your first day of school.”
“What do you mean?” Magh asked.
Tommy turned to Frederica.
“You didn’t tell her?”
“I was… getting to it,” Frederica said.
“I do not understand,” Magh said. “Tell me what?”
“My sister saved your life,” she said. “When your ship came to earth, she snuck aboard and helped you all escape.”
“That was her?” Nila said. “Holy shit!”
“Why did you not say anything?” Magh asked.
“I don’t know,” Frederica said. “It’s just… you know better than anyone how amazing my sister is. I don’t want her to be all anyone thinks of when they look at me.” She stole a glance at Tommy. “I wanted to be my own person. I’m sorry.”
“It is okay,” she said. “I think you are amazing too.”
Nila threw her arm around Magh’s shoulder.
“Seriously, how does someone this sweet and wholesome actually exist?” she said. “I swear, one of these days we’re going to find out she’s actually some kind of evil intergalactic god emperor in disguise.”
Magh placed a finger to her ear and said, “She knows too much.”