"My arm!" A fourteen-year old Caleb cried out. He was laying on the floor in a heap, his bike next to him with the wheel still spinning.

"C'mon, Reid, we'll go get help, Tyler, stay with Cay," Pogue commanded and led the way back down the dirt trail they had been following.

Caleb looked up with tear-filled eyes to see Tyler, worried and scared, but trying to offer comfort as best as he could.

*

After a heated argument with his mother, Caleb found himself slamming the door and angrily storming away. His walking led him to the closest to his, Tyler's. He pulled out his cellphone and found Baby Boy in his contacts.

"Ty? ...I, uh, well, are you doing anything? Good, because, I'm at your front door."

He rang the doorbell, and within a second, he was greeted by Tyler's confused face.

"Mind if I hang around?"

"Uh, no, not at all... come in."

*

With a groan, Caleb blinked his eyes open; they stung; his head hurt; his body felt heavy. The first thing that came into focus was Tyler's face, and then the rest of his environment set in: the rest of the people staring down at him, his coach shouting, water splashing.

*

Caleb saw Sarah floating there, unconscious, and he knew he should be fearing for her life, but he couldn't help think about what her being there meant for Tyler... and Reid.

Did Chase take them, too? Was Tyler okay? Were they locked up somewhere here, too?

After the fight, as he watched the fire burn, the only thing that kept him from running into the blaze was the comforting hum of Tyler's power strumming through his mind.

*

Caleb found himself strolling through his memories as he watched Tyler work on his homework.

"Caleb? What did you get for number 2?" Tyler asked, half distracted as he tried to figure out the calculus problem in front of him. "I think I got the right answer, but it looks too big... are we supposed to use units? Wait, I think I found volume instead... Caleb?"

Tyler looked and found Caleb's steady gaze on him and furrowed his eyebrows. "It's a stupid mistake, I know! Stop looking at me like that."

"I, uh... sorry," Caleb chuckled, "Just... thinking, and I've come to a conclusion."

"Conclusions are for English, Caleb, this is math, and unless you tell me if I've done this right, I'm going to fail tomorrow's test."

"Okay, okay," Caleb sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips, and grabbed Tyler's homework to check over it.

An epiphany had hit him, but it seemed like he was going to have to work to have the same epiphany hit Tyler.