"There are slightly more urgent matters than Genesis." Zachariah told Thorne. "Ah, yes," he replied. "Armageddon." Zachariah nodded gravely. "Drew Cro was captured--"

"By Genesis and the King of Babylon himself, Satan. But, we know how, what, and when they're planning on going all-out. Now, that's not until four days from now, so T.H.O.R.N.E is going to prepare for that while all of you are going to take a day off to process the last seventy-two hours.  After that, it's training for one day. We're gonna try to stop them before Armageddon can start. The location of the battle is in Bethlehem, some sort of metaphor, I guess. If you have any questions, you can ask our A.I program, Nighthaven. She knows just about everything there is to know about what we do. Anyway, we have rooms each of you can stay in, and here are directions to said rooms." Where it all started, Zachariah cited in his head.

    With that, Thorne handed each of them a paper map, all different. It showed a map of ... whatever they were in ... and they all followed the map to each of their rooms. Each one of them were on the same hall, their rooms had each of their identities on them. Once they got into the rooms, they were decked out with accessories such as: beds with comfortable sheets, desks, dressers, mirrors, bathrooms, showers, and other essentials.  

 The first thing Damon did was take a shower. He then set his watch on the table and hopped in. Once he got out, he got dressed again and sat on his bed, thinking about all he's been through. He thought about how he has killed dozens of people, gone to heaven, found out his brother isn't who he thought he was, seen the impossible. This is going to be very difficult for him to process. The more he thought about it, the more he had to hold back tears. He lay on his bed with his hands on his face. Oh, God. repeated over and over again in his head. What has he gotten himself into?

   A little while later, Plague knocked on the door, asking to come in. Damon told her she could, so she twisted the doorknob and walked in the room.

  "Damon? You alright, kid?" she asked, attempting to comfort the broken child. Her voice was so calming, so reassuring. "My name's Kylie," she continued. "You look like you've been crying. What's wrong?" He slowly sat up and saw her looking at him from the doorway. He pat part of the bed beside him, gesturing for her to sit next to him. He buried his face in his hands which were propped up on his knees, wiping away the tears.

   "I'm thirteen years old, and I killed someone with my bare hands," he said as he held out his hands. "He was trying to kill Finn, or 'Rogue', as we call him, and I snuck up behind him, gripped his head, and snapped his neck. I then went to heaven after killing dozens of U.S soldiers. I found the man that killed my parents, the man I have sworn to slaughter myself, and just like that, he was gone. It's been a rough couple of days." Plague nodded in response. She then wrapped her arm around his shoulders.

"I know that's a lot to process, but you'll rise above it. I know you will, okay? Just ... hang on in there." She pat him on the back and exited the room. 

That's when Damon remembered Nighthaven. He can ask her whatever he wants. He called out, "Nighthaven." Suddenly, a hologram of a human, bald, female head appeared in the center of the room.

"Good evening, Damon," Nighthaven said. "How can I be of assistance?" Damon thought. He had so many questions to ask, such as "Who were Jessica and Peter Cro?" or "Where am I?". He settled with asking about Genesis.

"George Tucker is an unstable sociopath. He is seeking to improve the human race, just as Hitler did. Except, Mr. Tucker wanted to change people instead of killing them. He focused on children, mostly. He experimented with their brain and genes, trying to bring the use of the brain to 100%. Each time he failed, he started to lose hope. Eventually, he reached the decision to experiment on himself. But, instead of accidentally killing his subjects, he mutated himself. He is now the monster we have come to know as 'Genesis'. May I help with anything else?" Nighthaven finished.

Damon answered no and felt his stomach rumble a bit. Holy crap, he thought. I haven't eaten anything in days. He searched the room and found a minibar with food and drinks inside. He devoured an estimate of thirteen snacks and eighteen drinks. He loved every second of it. God, how he missed the taste of Twinkies.

He was exhausted, due to the past couple of days, so he crawled under the blankets on his bed and feel asleep.