Miss Kaylee felt as though she was on the verge of a panic attack.

The children were long gone by now, as it was almost three in the morning, but the sinking feeling that had blossomed in her chest as she watched them speed away still hadn't parted with her. She sat on the floor in the Nursery, staring at the white wall in front of her. Streaks of clay and dirt ran along the floor from the one test subject.

Not test subject, she reminded herself. He was a child.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she truly didn't care whether she was referring to a boy or an experiment. All that mattered now was that he, and the rest of the atypicalities, was gone.

Mr. Old as Time stood next to the woman, thinking deeply. She didn't care much for him either, now; they were both going to be punished in some way. Perhaps she could push the blame on the fact that her partner was old and couldn't run after the children as quickly. Perhaps then Kiera and the rest of the iWAB agents that would soon surround the building would understand. However, Miss Kaylee soon dismissed this idea, for she knew where the blame would be placed (and rightfully so).

She, after all, had been the one to bring Kendall Annabeth Frodell to the Academy for Gifted Children. She should have taken Gabriel instead. Perhaps then four students wouldn't be missing from their dorms tonight.

So many perhapses. Kaylee wished she could know something for certain.

The old German pulled an unauthorized flask from his pocket and offered it to her. She shook her head, refusing any whisky, but the silent gesture got her thinking. Alcohol affected her the same way the LM did to others, after all. She turned to find the white cart she had pulled in front of Clay's PRO-Tech room hours before. The boy's screams seemed to echo in her head as she thought over her idea. Kaylee wondered if she would be considered a horrible person by his standards. Then again, children had the highest standards. They weren't wise enough to realize that people had their own goals in life, and most would do anything (even extremely unwise things) to reach them.

Except maybe Kendall. But that's just another reason why the woman was stupid to have brought her to the academy. To her utopia.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to Mr. Old as Time. He began to murmur something in response, but a syringe was already protruding from his neck by then. He grasped at it, panicking suddenly. However, it only took the push of the plunger to get him to collapse.

"W-what...." The sedatives in the lacumemine cut him off. Mr. Old as Time would reawaken in less than four minutes, leaving the woman with not nearly enough time to come up with the second part of her plan. Even with the miniscule dose Kaylee had given him, he wouldn't be able to recall the previous four hours. Perhaps she could blame the entire thing on him and tell Kiera that he had let them escape. But that would mean the death of her companion, and she wasn't quite sure she would allow that to happen.

Miss Kaylee stood, brushing invisible pieces of lint off her clothing. She had a nagging feeling that told her what she had done was insane, which was a good sign. It meant she wasn't going completely crazy; there was still enough of her in her to know right from wrong. She wondered how much longer she could sit on the edge of sanity before heading upstairs and searching for the nearest PHC. She had to erase the security footage of her wiping her companion's memory, and maybe, the footage of the rest of the events of the night.

Kaylee hadn't always been like this. Just a month before, she was a regular Gifted person who was forced into a job she hated. But skipping the first two months of school came with a price, and iWAB wasn't one to hesitate with punishments. She couldn't remember where, when, or how they'd brainwashed her, but whenever she was in or was thinking about the Nursery, she'd become obsessive about AGC. Even now, she could only worry about losing her job as a counselor rather than losing her life.

"Kiera," Kaylee muttered bitterly. The iWAB agent definitely had something to do with it. She'd become obsessive whenever she was around her, too.

The door to the nearest room with a PHC was ajar, which made Kaylee frown. Mr. Old as Time knew to close all of the doors, and he had been the only one in the Nursery with her. Well, the only one other than the children. And they weren't still here, were they? The woman entered the room, taking note of everything, and neared the closet. This door was also open-- a gaping hole in the corner of the room. She slowly came closer to it until she realized why it wasn't closed.

"Oh! Oh my gosh!" the woman gasped.

Sitting on the floor in the closet were two AGC backpacks. They had to belong to the children! They had left their things behind! Miss Kaylee knew she should wait for the iWAB agents to come and take the bags as evidence, but the tiny shred of logic was lost to the depths of her nonsensical mind. She unzipped the first bag and rifled through its contents.

Shirts, trousers, a belt, socks, a pair of equally tattered fifty dollar bills, and an overdue library book-- nothing out of the ordinary. Whoever packed this bag was certainly a boy, and he had forgotten his toothbrush and toiletries. It was probably Einstein, as he was always too preoccupied to fully complete something before moving onto something else. Kaylee knew the boy well; she'd been put on Einstein Watch before.

Now for the second backpack. Shirts, soap, toothbrush, jeans, a single skirt, and three books. This was definitely Kendall's bag. The woman was about to throw everything back into the backpack when she spotted something that had been crushed underneath the weight of the books. She turned the bag over, and pink dust drifted onto her lap.

It was the piece of chalk, now destroyed and strewn across Miss Kaylee's lap.

Once she identified the substance, memories of Cute Cuddly Care came flooding back. The counselor could remember her first day teaching a Kindergarten class. It'd been a humid, rainy September day, and several children were crying for their mommies. Miss Kaylee could remember reading the minds of all of the children, figuring out what they truly wanted (which, most of the time, actually wasn't their mothers-- it usually was a toy of some kind), and helping them make friends with each other. Being a teacher was easier when you truly could read the minds of your students.

Well, most of your students.

Her mind had been as silent as a library. That was what caused Miss Kaylee to investigate the small girl-- she asked her fellow teachers questions, sent messages to her guardian, and even asked the girl herself. What was the extent of her knowledge? But the teachers were are clueless, and of course, she didn't reply. She didn't speak to anyone in Snowcoast, as far as Miss Kaylee knew.

Kaylee was suddenly exhausted, and she dropped the backpack onto the floor. Something shifted in the second pocket of the bag, causing the woman to frown once more. She unzipped it, her whole body almost leaping with joy once she realized what was inside.

His journal. It was still here, after all this time, and the secrets hidden inside of it were safe. The woman peeled back the paper on the inside of the back cover, revealing the object Crash had stolen those many years ago. Despite the situation she was in, Kaylee managed to laugh. iWAB wouldn't care that the children were gone anymore. She had what they needed.

She'd keep her job as long as she showed them this.

A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! There will be a sequel, but I haven't written it yet. Once it's finished I'll begin posting chapters every other day as usually. Until then, I've a bunch of  other books you can  look at if you'd like. Please vote and comment on this chapter if you liked it! Bye for now!