Paige walked into the brightly lit house that echoed with blazing music and would have gone deaf if she'd stayed in the first room the whole time.

"Hey baby!" a sleaze-ball looking character whistled as she hung her coat.

Her newly bought dress with a low cut collar and black satin skirt gave the young lady quite an attractive look, and the men in the room responded strongly.

Scattered around the house were empty beer bottles and illegal liquor. She glanced to her left where other young men were watching her walk and a smile came across her face. She strode along to where Everett Thomas was standing in the corner, very isolated and unsure of the present situation.

"What's up?" She asked in her sweet little Kentucky voice that made Everett smile sarcastically.

"Nothing here, for sure. We're gonna get busted!"

"Ah, lighten up Ev. Come on and enjoy it. It's not all the time we get to go to parties."

"Not ones we weren't supposed to, true. I'm enjoying myself where I am."

"Fine." She strode away, getting compliments on her appearance and basking in every moment of it. She ran into Jubilee, who seemed a little drunk, at least.

"Heyyy . . . (Hic-up) wuzup? Homme."

"Hey Jube," Paige said in a laughing voice. Jubilee would regret all that alcohol tomorrow.

"Great pahrty." Jubilee said, throwing her head back and taking another gulp of liquor.

Paige continued on to where she was offered a drink by a young man who obviously found her attractive, looking at what she was wearing, or rather what she wasn't.

She spotted Angelo in the corner with a half empty bottle of tequila, sipping every once in a while as he spoke with gangster looking comrades.

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Meanwhile, at the mansion,

"Jean?" Bishop asked, "Have you seen the children? I mean, six of them are missing!"

"No, are you sure they're not in the kitchen? That's where a lot of them hang out," She said, not looking up from her book.

"I'll send Hank to retrieve the fugitives." He left and Jean thought to herself that he seemed very sure they would make it, when Jean didn't have any idea if that was possible for them. A smile crept across her face as she was reading.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

"Come in!" Hank's voice sounded in the room.

"Hank, I need a favor."

"You, Bishop, need a favor?!"

"Yeah, I need you to drive around and see if you can spot a couple students whom I can't find anywhere."

"Nor sitting at his hearth at home doth man escape his appointed doom!" Hank said with a smile. "A minor poet of a minor obstacle!"

Bishop shut the door and thought only to himself, "where does he get that?"

The jeep engine started as Hank turned the key and sat back, turning on the radio.

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Meanwhile,

The young man who had been staring and frankly drooling over Paige was now her official party companion as they sat and drank together, laughing on the diving board of the pool.

"You're funny!" he said, gulping the last of his tenth beer.

"Ah know." Paige winked.

"I hate to be a party pooper and all, but we have to go!" Everett said standing over Paige and her newly made (ahem) friend.

"Ah, you're no fun Ev!!!" She said coldly.

As she stood to go to the car, her companion, who Everett had previously taken a dislike to, stood to follow.

"Sit down, hommes." Everett said, pushing him back down to his seat.

"Yeah, right!" he said, rising again.

Everett secretly synchronized Monet's power of super natural strength and grabbed the young man, lifting him above his head.

"Put me down! Are you nuts man?"

"Maybe!" Everett said as he tossed the scuz into the freezing pool.

The outside was silenced as Everett Thomas turned and walked away, while the man swore at him. Paige put on her coat and turned to face Everett who was carrying Angelo and Jubilee, followed by Monet and Mondo.

As Paige opened the door she was met by Hank, who was about to ring the doorbell.

"Oh--"

She was cut off by Everett, "Mr. McCoy, we were just coming home, ere, yeah, that's it, really!"

Hank started grinning. "I'll drive!" He insisted, leaving all of them with a look of pure "whoops!"

Everett sat shotgun and explained, or tried to, as they drove off toward the mansion.

Twenty-six days left. . .

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