Dylan caught us on the way out. "Where are you to storming off to? Some hippy-dippy love fest?" He grinned.

"No." We said in unison.

"Sass much?" He made room for us as we walked out the door.

"Bye guys," I called for the final time. It was finally hitting me. I wasn't going to see my babies again. We walked up the stairs and onto the roof. The sun was barely setting. I looked at Fang and he looked at me, we took hands for a second as we ran to the edge of the building, we jumped, released hands, ripping open our wings. I felt free. I didn't have anyone relying on me. No one needed me. Ever. Of course, Fang needed me but that was totally different. We flew North, quickly passing over the Los Angeles metropolitan area. We were dodging planes, giving passengers something to point and stare at.

After an hour of just pure flying, pure freedom, he slowed down. "Food?" He said, laughing. I laughed, confirming the answer he already knew. We stopped on an apartment complex just south of the Oregon-Washington border, making as soft a landing as possible. We opened the door, and started down the flights of stairs. When we exited the lobby door, we were in downtown Portland. We walked down the street to the nearest McDonalds. We had left behind the California sun for Oregon rain. By the time we entered the building, the warm scent of french fries was so welcoming it made me salivate. My phone rang. I pulled it out, it was the house number, so I slid it back into my jeans pocket. We walked to the counter, Fang ordered 4 big Macs and two shakes, a McChicken and two McDoubles for me, with two Cokes. When we sat down on the fake leather seats, my phone rang again.

I answered this time, "what?"

"Max, is that you?"

"Yes. It's me."

"Are you okay?" Iggy sounded worried.

"Ig, I'm fine, I'm sorry but tell the kids were not coming back. Is everything okay there."

When Iggy spoke this word, it sent my heart racing. "No."