My Mr. Rager,

My Jekyll and Hyde,

My only savior is when I look into your eyes.

They tell no lies.

I can feel the conversation starting to arise.

I'm a living legend,

I'm a broken man.

Who are you?

So who are you today?

-WE ARE FURY, Demons

5

"He doesn't leave our sight," War told Abbygail as she picked at a nail nearby. "And we don't let the boy be alone with him either."

"If Alooc wanted the boy dead, he would have killed him by now. When I spoke with Jack-Jack as I was fixing some of his wounds, he said that it had been at least two weeks since Alooc had found him after his parents' deaths. It's not that we have to worry about." She flicked a piece of dirt free, yellow eyes flashing as she gazed out across the fire separating them from the Demon Lord and boy sleeping nearby. "I think that we need to know why he's here."

Grunting in agreement, War poked a piece of wood in the fire. The ashes danced as they rose into the prairie's night sky, gleaming along with the stars until they disappeared. The boy's injuries had been part of the reason that they had decided to take camp. Despite only being a few miles from Andrew's camp, Jack-Jack had been bleeding from several small cuts and none of them had felt comfortable moving forward until the boy had been taken care of. So, as awkwardly as people could with a Demon Lord in their presence, they attempted to rest. However, that was still a little difficult with Fenrir's howling occasionally in the background.

"You know, I can hear you."

War's grip tightened on Chaoseater as Alooc rose from the ground where he had apparently been 'sleeping.' In his human form, Alooc was smaller than War (for once), but War knew better than believe that this made Alooc weaker. As a Demon Lord, Alooc could potentially have all sorts of tricks and weapons up his sleeve. Abbygail seemed to acknowledge this as well; she leaned forward to place her hands on her knees as Alooc moved closer to them, arms crossed as his dark skin glistened in the firelight.

A silence enveloped them for a few minutes. The only noise came from the crackling fire and Jack-Jack's soft breathing. War was planning the best way to attack the Demon Lord if he did something when Alooc sighed heavily. He waved a hand in the air nonchalantly. "Ask away. I'm sure that both of you have questions."

"And you will answer truthfully? I don't want to play your games, Alooc," War sneered. He could remember a few from his siblings. Death had caught Alooc several times on Earth; the Demon Lord was responsible for several myths and legends that involved man transforming into other creatures. Strife had only crossed paths once with Alooc and had blankly stated that the Demon Lord 'sucked ass' when fighting even as the White Horseman had limped away. Fury merely hissed and snarled whenever Alooc's name was mentioned. War had never had the pleasure of meeting the Demon Lord and had always been disappointed that he wouldn't get the chance to comprehend their strength. Now, when he was a human and Alooc had all of his power, War was less than thrilled to see him.

Laughter rumbled from Alooc's chest. He tossed back some of his dreadlocks, rolling his eyes. "I'm not quite in the mood for games tonight either, Horseman."

"Why are you here?" Abbygail asked.

"The easiest answer would be that the Archangels are here as well. Demon Lords and Archangels don't stray too far from each other."

"You were dead."

Alooc growled. "Yes, how can I forget that Strife was actually able to beat me in a skirmish that should have gone my way. Be careful which memories that you bring up, Horseman. I am stronger than you now." The Demon Lord smiled when he saw War cringe a little.

"Perhaps not me, Demon Lord," huffed Abbygail. Alooc shot her glare and War tightened his grip on Chaoseater when she stood, body tense as if she were expecting a fight. "You haven't really said why you are here yet. Answer me."

The Demon Lord pulled at his goatee anxiously. "Several reasons. Which would you like to hear first? The bad, or super bad news?"

"Does it look like I care which you reveal first?"

"Well, the Ash raised me first."

Confusion and disbelief spun into War's stomach. "The Ash can raise the dead? How does it have the power to lift a Demon Lord that had just died?" Abbygail seemed to be sharing War's unsettled feeling. She dropped heavily back in front of the rock she had been before, face paling a little. "Don't lie, Demon Lord. Are you speaking the truth?"

"Contrary to popular belief, I don't have to lie all the time. I'm just as perplexed as you are. Not that I'm complaining to back or anything...."

"If the Ash resurrected you, then we need to get to Andrew as quickly as possible. He needs to know what is happening. If I had a guess, it probably used most of its power bringing Alooc back and has spent the last couple of weeks or whenever you got here recovering. Or it's waiting to just blast with power. Either way, I don't want to be here whenever it explodes." Abbygail pointed at Jack-Jack as she managed to find her feet again. "Wake him up. We should get moving."

"The boy sleeps until we come up with a plan better than 'we tell Andrew.' That's not going to solve anything."

"It'll save lives," Abbygail snapped. "Andrew has the largest population of humanity with him. If his camp gets consumed, then humanity's fate becomes a little less unsure."

War kicked out the fire, silently welcoming the embers that landed on his skin. At least the pain made sense. Alooc had just placed a still drowsy Jack-Jack on his shoulders when War realized something. Abbygail had already begun scouting, transforming into her griffin to shot into the sky for the best lookout, when he approached Alooc carefully. "You said that there were two reasons that you were here. What is the second?"

Jack-Jack yawned and Alooc sighed heavily as he shifted the child onto a more comfortable position on his shoulders. "You know, Horseman, I don't know if I would even worry. As far as I am concerned, the second reason doesn't concern even me anymore."

The Horseman frowned as Alooc began walking across the dark prairie with a destination in mind. War began wading through the tall grass after him without question, occasionally batting away the tops of wheat whenever his frustration boiled. Their conversation with the Demon Lord hadn't eased his concerns like he had originally hoped it would. If anything, it had only made them worse.

When Alooc transformed into a specific thing, he could bring forth the individual's memories. The real 'Zahara' that Jack-Jack sometimes called Alooc was more than likely dead or comatose. Alooc was reliving through Zahara's memories as he passed through the prairie to Andrew's camp; he had already told War and Abbygail that he needed to get to the camp, but had never quite specified why. After witnessing the relationship between Alooc and Jack-Jack, War had a sprinkling of hope that maybe the reason the Demon Lord wanted to get to the camp was because of the child. It would show two things. Firstly, maybe they could convince the Demon Lord to join their side of the fight – protecting humanity and recreating balance with the Horseman. Secondly, and probably more important, Alooc was beginning the first stages of actually transitioning out of the clutches of being a demon.

This change was rare. It was more common for angels to become angels; like with everything else, it was much easier to sin than to not. Lusting too much for looks or wealth, jealousy, being consumed by hatred or anger.... All emotions that can consume an individual. Habitat eventually brings forth a demon and allows the soul to become eternal through their base emotions. Alooc's case was slightly different. Created by the all-powerful Rasha, one of Lucifer's main generals, Alooc's fate was only created by his own decisions. Though it would be difficult, Alooc could break the bonds of being a demon and survive....

What is bothering you? You reek of uncertainty.

War scowled and glanced up. In the middle of night, it was almost impossible to spot Abbygail. The only way that he knew that she was hovering above him in her griffin form was the stars that had disappeared. He could hardly even hear her wingbeats. "Can I not think alone for a few moments?"

With a whisper of movement, Abbygail landed beside him. She remained in griffin form; her head, shaped like an eagle with two large ears pinned against her skull, just stood over his as she walked beside him. He could feel her body heat she was so close to him. It was easy sometimes to forget that she was easily one of the most powerful beings on Earth. She smiled too much, giggled, laughed like any normal person. And yet, within a brief millisecond of stretching skin and feathers, she could transform into a griffin. The beast moved like a cat with its silent steps and almost lazy reflexes until hunting. These were the moments that War forgot that they were the same person. The arrogant, sleek half bird and half lion was the same as the dark-haired woman in her leather jacket and slight smirk.

I don't know if this is something that you alone can solve. Abbygail's beak snapped with a click, her feathers ruffling as she briefly shook herself. That was the hardest lesson that I learned and I few that you still have yet to learn it.

"If I wanted motherly advice, I would have found it elsewhere." Her laughter ran through his head and he shot a glare at her. "Besides, I'm sure that Alooc can hear us. Maybe we shouldn't be discussing this right now." He gestured at the Demon Lord that was a little way in front of them.

Do you really think that I cannot control who hears me? I wouldn't speak to Alooc on these matters. A highly advanced species such as myself can control that, dumby. Her tail flicked around his body, nicking the side of his thigh with a snap. As he grumbled, rubbing the now sore spot, she laughed. It was light through his head, almost making him smile at her humor.

"Either way, what do we do?"

We don't do what I did when I learned my lesson. We ask for help when we need it. The faster we get to Andrew's camp, the better that we will be in that sense.

The Red Horseman swung Chaoseater, sweeping the tops of the grass free from the plant. Despite the faith that Abbygail seemed to have with Andrew, he didn't share it. In fairness, he didn't have much faith in any human – no matter what, he would always think of the pathetic, manipulative beings. "Why do you think that will work? Why do you think that Andrew is going to be able to do anything?"

Abbygail transformed then, flinging herself into an upright position once she could. She shoved her hands into her jacket's pockets with pursed lips. "It's not necessarily Andrew that can do anything."

When she didn't elaborate, War grunted at her and checked to see if Alooc was in hearing distance. Just to make sure, he gestured for Abbygail to wait a moment to allow the Demon Lord to continue further ahead before nodding. "Then what or who is?"

"The camp has attracted so much. Sera and I are there, a Demon Lord is going, supernatural, aliens to Earth.... The possibilities of the camp surviving increase every time that someone new shows up. If they aren't already, all we have to do is convince Andrew that they need to start heading to the haven."

"Tell me more about the haven."

Her mouth twitched. "Zakee comes from it. His family is tied to it. When his older sister died protecting her siblings, her soul was reincarnated into a shield that surrounds the area. Over time, they have gathered a pretty large community of almost every living creature on Earth. Zakee's younger sisters, Mae and Lucy, take care of everyone there. Think of Noah's ark, but with vampires, werewolves, witches, dinosaurs, orcs.... There is a catch though. Except for a certain time of the year, the shield only allows those with pure intentions to pass through."

"Seems like it wouldn't be too difficult to get through."

"When was the last time you had an impure thought, Horseman? Mine happen to be pretty often." She shot a look at War and he lifted an eyebrow in response. Her cheeks lighted with some pink and she turned away, mumbling slightly. "Your hatred alone for the Demon Lord wouldn't allowed you to pass."

"If he was protected, then why did Zakee leave?"

She shrugged, cheeks still a little pink. "I believe it was because he thought that he could change the world into a better place. Why does anyone leave a safe place? Adventure is a bittersweet passion."

Was that it was? Was that why Death had believed that the Nephilim needed to be eliminated? Was that why Strife, who was obviously involved with someone, had been the first to agree? Was that why Fury, who had been ignored at first but grown into a respected, dangerous Nephilim, wanted to kill every one that crossed her path? Was that why War had bowed his head, blindly following the rest of his siblings without question? Was adventure why he had done anything that he had done? Someone War couldn't believe that was why he did what he did in life.

The silence of the prairie enveloped them as they continued walking. Alooc and Jack-Jack were still in the lead; the boy had finally woken and looked like he was silently taking in his surroundings. Eventually, the night began to drag upon War and everything seemed to cause him to drag his feet a little bit more. Humanity was so damn weak. Once he had become a Horseman, sleep was optional and wasn't something that he had participated in often. Dawn was beginning to peak out across the horizon, the pinks and oranges gorgeously highlighting the hills that were starting to roll into view, when Abbygail spoke again.

"Do you miss the Nephilim?"

War glanced at her in confusion, attempting to rub some of the tiredness out of his eyes. Of course, he missed the Nephilim. He missed simpler times, simpler times where he just fought, sliced through armies of thousands with his brethren-in-arms. He missed his siblings before they were consumed by maintaining the balance, before they became sober with the reality that the Nephilim couldn't continue with them. He missed having two natural arms, missed feeling the pain, tingling, sensations on his fingertips. He missed the feeling that he was the strongest, fighting someone to a near-death experience without having to worry about consequences. He missed them so much that the hole in his chest never disappeared.

But he didn't say anything of that. He didn't speak of these feelings to anyone, not even with his siblings. After they had killed the Nephilim, they had all stood amongst their dead brethren until Death had said that it was time to leave. Instead of speaking of their loss, they had pulled their pain deep inside to never be mentioned again.

Abbygail's mouth pulled into a frown and she put her hands into her pants' pocket almost awkwardly. He sensed her discomfort but refused to look her in her eyes. "I miss my species too. I was just wondering if I should be as guilty as I feel most of the time."

War darkly chuckled, brushing back some of his white hair to see her better. "Why should you feel guilty? You didn't kill them with your bare hands like I did."

"No, but I could have stopped Strife sooner." She cursed.

"I forget that my brother was responsible for the destruction of the Sri Moi. He never spoke much of it after the Council ordered him to do so."

A scowl flickered across Abbygail's face. He was slightly surprised to see hatred flash into her eyes when they became golden from anger. "If there was one thing that I enjoy from this stupid situation, it's that I don't have to listen to the Charred Council with their damn disappearance. My anger only stems to them, not Strife. I was angry with him for a little while and it was hard seeing him again, but I forgave him long ago. He was merely following orders. I never understood why they wanted us dead, however."

The Horseman allowed her to fume until her eyes became brown once more. "Who were you before you were a Guardian?"

"If you wanted, I could show you." When War raised an eyebrow in confusion, she smiled sadly and he saw some uncertainty in her eyes. "The Council granted Sera and I the ability to share our memories with others so we could remind ourselves of how our race died. It was the only way that Sera and I could become friends at first. I haven't shared them with anyone since then."

"And you would with me?"

She shrugged. "It's faster than me talking about it. I could just show a few. Wouldn't take more than a few seconds."

War lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, now fully awake. "What do I need to do?"

"Nothing, it's easy."

Without a word, stopped him and she grabbed his hand. A strange emotion leapt into the back of his throat as his eyes fixated on their appendages and, before he could figure out what it was, he blinked and was suddenly somewhere else – he could tell by how he could now see dirt besides from the grasses of the prairie. He found himself standing in a world surrounded by mountains of dirt and sand, the skies so clear that he swore that he could see the stars despite the two suns above him. As he peered across the canyon he was in, taking in how different this world was, he realized that Abbygail was still beside him and holding his hand. He yanked his hand away in pure panic that prickled through his stomach. The canyons disappeared and he was back on Earth, the prairie and the morning sun rising in the background while he stared at Abbygail.

"You have to hold my hand if you want to see what I used to look like," Abbygail stated matter-of-factly, once again offering her hand calmly as if she hadn't just transported him through her memories.

Unsurely, War grasped her hand once more in his. He was immediately back where he was before. This time, he could hear sounds of the clanking sounds of fighting. With the canyon walls, they vibrated with every clash – War could easily identify a sword and either a spear or pike as they strike each other. Abbygail moved with him silently as he walked forward curiously in the canyon, peering around a dirt wall of clay when the sounds were loud enough to sound like they were directly on top of them. He was surprised by what he saw.

A younger version of Abbygail was what he focused on first. The feeling earlier in his throat arose again along with something else. She was gorgeous. Her hair was much shorter than what he was familiar with, just hardly brushing her shoulders and one side had been braided tightly to her scalp. War paint, bright orange, decorated half of her face and was tarnished by dirt. Youth caused her face to be slimmer and was stained by fighting. Her lips were cracked, cuts and scratches decorating her skin. Dressed in thick armor, she moved gracefully despite the weight of the heavy knight-like armor that was hardly fashionable. The chainmail clicked as she dodged a sword swing, twirling a spear to unarm the man twice her size she was fighting. Her chest was heaving as she took a step away from the man and dropped into defensive stance as the man angrily scooped up his sword to begin again.

"That's you?" War asked in surprise. He glanced back at the current Abbygail to compare. When she was younger, she was obviously more muscular and she almost appeared harsher, angrier in her expressions. "You look like a warrior."

"I was. My father was the protector of our clan. As the eldest, I was supposed to inherit his position."

She slipped her hand through his fingers, returning them to Earth the moment that her skin no longer contacted his. Immediately, War reached for her hand again. "Wait, I want to see more." The woman he saw was intoxicatingly dangerous and almost hardly the same being that was standing before him. He wanted to learn how she fought, how she spoke, how she walked, how she thought. He desired to see that fighting again, to learn how she easily handled the spear.

Abbygail narrowed her eyes. "Not today." Forcefully, she shoved her hand into her jacket's pockets. She began walking away to catch up with Alooc, leaving him dazed and confused. He noted her hunch shoulders and brisk walk as he followed.

"You're not proud of yourself," he called out after a moment. She missed a step, caught by surprised as she pulled her shoulders in. War caught up to her and she turned her head away, but he saw the pain that had appeared on her face. "You looked to be a strong warrior! What is there not to be proud of? I am confused on why you don't like your past self."

"Maybe I shouldn't have showed you. I'm not sure if I'm ready to speak of the past just yet."

"If that was the case, then you shouldn't have showed me anything."

Her eyes flashed as she shot a glare at him. She sighed, brushing some of her hair out of her face. "I suppose that you are right." A battle began to range across her face.

"But you don't have to show me anything more until you are ready. I can understand being ashamed of the past. It is different when I can see it." War placed a hand on her shoulder. He smiled once she had given him a look of relief. "However, I would certainly like to see the warrior I saw in that memory someday."

She matched his smile with a flirtatious smirk. "If we ever spare, I'm sure that you will a chance."

"Hey love birds, we have a problem."

War then did something that he didn't think he would ever really do; he felt his face turn blood red as he yanked his hand away from Abbygail's shoulder and moved as far as he possibly could away from her. Abbygail's cheeks flushed a little, but somehow she was able to get rid of it a lot faster than what he was able too.

They were just breaching the top of a hill when Alooc had stopped, taking Jack-Jack from his shoulders and crouching before they had topped the hill. Annoyance had crept across the Demon Lord's face; he must have been trying to get them to react to him for a while. Abbygail joined him, bending down to Alooc's height. "What's up?" she asked casually. The Demon Lord immediately motioned for her to be quiet before pointing over the top. "Well, you have to tell me who it is or I won't know what we're facing," she complained.

"If a Demon Lord tells you to be quiet, don't you think that there's going to be some threat that actually might be pretty freaking powerful or something? I'm literally one of the top four strongest Demon Lords. Why does no one take me seriously?" fussed Alooc. "If you must know, dammit, it's Beelzebub for Christ's sake."

"Who's Beelzebub?" Jack-Jack asked innocently.

"Someone you hopefully won't have to meet."

"Are they a friend of yours?"

"Well... uh... I don't think that we would call each other friends. More of... siblings that hate each other a whole not."

"The next time that I see Strife, I'm going to tell him that all of the Demon Lords are brothers and sisters and that they're fighting for their father's overall acceptance. It's honestly not too terribly wrong from what I've gathered."

"Shut up, Guardian."

War pulled himself up to the top of the hill, allowing just enough to see over the hill. Beelzebub always made his skin crawl; it had a lot to do with the fact that physical attacks hardy damaged the demon – have you ever swung continuously at a horde of beetles and actually noticed a difference in size or shape of the group – and everyone has some doubt that comes into their mind when they aren't sure about something. But he wanted to see for himself if Alooc was being truthful or just pulling their leg. Unfortunately, he wasn't. The swarm of green beetles was a mile or two away, and War could hear their slight drone even from where he was.

"Do you want to be seen?" Alooc hissed. War felt someone grabbing at his pant's legs and he kicked at them, shooting Alooc a glare. There was surge of buzzing that crescendo and Alooc paled. "Oh no, Legion is here."

The Red Horseman immediately dropped, sharing a worried look with Abbygail. He had only seen the 'leader' of Legion a few times; the demon served as a master to the general population of demons, using his vials to release horrors and terrors that were almost unspeakable. For majority of demons, Legion had some sort of power over them – he had a hand in almost every creation of Hell's spawn. His grip on Chaoseater tightened as he narrowed his eyes at Alooc, who was gathering Jack-Jack protectively underneath his arm. Would Legion have the ability to corrupt whatever the hell this new Alooc was?

A massive thunder boomed across the prairie, causing the four of them to jerk further into the ground. Jack-Jack briefly squealed as he covered his ears. Alooc pulled Jack-Jack close to him as dark, deep laughter raised up from where Beelzebub's buzzing raised a little in sound. Even the temperature seemed to drop and War began to understand that there was more to fear to Legion than just his massive army.

"What do we do?" Abbygail muttered, looking at Alooc.

"What? You think that I know?"

"You're a Demon Lord too! Do we run or stay put? Do we like try to fight?"

"You want to fight him? Are you fu-?"

War growled in warning, sliding a little closer to Abbygail. "Provide something useful instead of insulting her, Demon Lord."

"She's the one who suggested that we fight the strongest of the Demon Lords! How did you want me to respond?" Another huge rumble occurred, this time shaking the very ground underneath them. Alooc looked up, eyes wide what appeared to be pure fright. He looked at War and Abbygail in panic. "He knows that I'm here."

"How about the rest of us?" Abbygail asked unsurely.

"I can't tell."

The Guardian pursed her lips and glanced at War. She leaned in close to his ear, whispering: "What do we do? No matter what, I think that we're caught between a rock and a hard spot. It's your call."

War had several things going through his mind at the moment. Firstly, Abbygail was so close to him. It was different when she was human instead of a griffin; even though her body temperature was higher as a griffin, for some reason he was much more highly aware that he could feel her now. Secondly, she had whispered in his ear. It definitely wasn't supposed to be flirtatious or anything of the sorts, but damn. Thirdly, he was having trouble trying to sort out his thoughts on what he should tell Alooc to do. As Abbygail had already stated, they didn't have much of a choice. They could either stay – and encouraged Legion and Beelzebub to see why Alooc wasn't responding – or they could have Alooc go to them – and risk the chance that the other Demon Lords would still find them. And fourthly, Abbygail's hand was resting lightly on his shoulder.

He wasn't seeing much of an option for them at all with the Demon Lords, or how the hell he should figure out why he was starting to lose his composure and feel like a hopeless boy around Abbygail.

"Get up," he eventually said. "Talk to them, and maybe they'll just go away."

Alooc snarled a little, obviously not enjoying the fact that he was taking orders from a Horseman. "And if they don't?"

"Hopefully you can make some sort of diversion."

"This doesn't seem like its very thought out," the Demon Lord commented unsurely.

"You got something better?"

Eyes scrunching together, Alooc bared his teeth. It took War a moment to realize that he was transforming back into his original form until it was already happening. The Demon Lord grew in size first, throwing an arm to the ground to catch himself as his body convulsed forward. War grabbed Abbygail and pulled her away as Alooc kicked out a leg. The two-toes hoof dug into the dirt beside them while his scaled tail slapped onto the ground nearby, Abbygail's eyes basically popping out of her head of War's arms as Alooc finally finished shifting into a demon-like minotaur. His fur appeared last, burned tattoos eloquently creating paths through the dark fur.

The Demon Lord promptly turned to Jack-Jack, who was basically frozen amongst the ground in pure fright as he stared up at Alooc. War had had the sinking suspicion that Alooc had never told Jack-Jack what he truly was and, judging by the fear on the boy's face, he had been right. Carefully to not hurt the child with his talons, Alooc lifted Jack-Jack into the air and placed him beside Abbygail and War.

"Please protect him." Did the Demon Lord's voice crack a little? Even despite the power that radiated off the demon, War thought he heard pain and guilt in Alooc's face.

Abbygail untangled herself from War's arms, gently scooping the speechless Jack-Jack to her. "I got him. Be more concerned about yourself now."

The side of Alooc's mouth twitched uncertainty. Then, with a flick of a pierced ear, the Demon Lord straightened to his full height, easily towering over them. The earth shook as Alooc climbed the hill and began descending down the other side, a limp clearly bothering his one side.

"He's not used to shifting anymore," War remarked in surprise. "He's losing power."

"Do you think that it's because...?" Abbygail trailed off, running a hand through Jack-Jack's blond hair to try and break him of his daze. Tears had begun rolling down the boy's face.

The Horseman propped himself upon his feet, pulling Chaoseater from his back. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but he was now sure of his other theory from before. "Yes, he's is losing his strength because of his connection to the boy. Our plan might not be able to work as well as I had thought."

"What... what is he? He told me that he didn't want me to ever know what he was...." Jack-Jack spluttered over his words between his tears and fear.

War peeked over to see how Alooc was doing. He was nearing the other Demon Lords now, Beelzebub shifting his horde of beetles so Alooc could approach Legion directly as the strongest of the demons turned to face the on comer. His limp seemed to have gotten even worse and his shoulders even appeared to be a little slumped now. Abbygail poked at War's wrist to get his attention, her eyes saying everything about her uncertainty of telling the boy the truth. The Horseman sighed.

"It's better that he knows sooner than later. Jack-Jack, the man you know as Zahara is a Demon Lord named Alooc."

"He's a demon? Why didn't he killed me?"

Abbygail hugged the boy tight to her chest as he began to cry once more. She shushed him silently. "I don't know, Jack-Jack, I don't know."