Two days later…

Jedda woke up early and wondered where her school stuff was. She still had the feeling she was having a weird dream but things were getting more and more… well, more real. She was getting used to the city, the school, food she didn't have to hunt or pick, cold weather and, well, her new abilities. These odd telepathic powers seemed to work better with animals, which was definitely not a bad thing as her father had brought her Kisa back from Africa. Even though she was still mourning, Jedda felt better with her beloved pet.

She had befriended the boys, too. Despite Rick being very different from her, she felt close to him because they both had lost a loved one. Rick spent a lot of time working on his new computer and she and LJ sometimes had to use all their powers of persuasion to make him leave the main room. She liked LJ, too. His upbeat nature was not unlike Kit's, which was somehow comforting. At least she had new friends.

On the other hand, her father seemed to have become even more silent and brooding than he had ever been. Of course Jedda was used to his silent nature and knew that someone who had just lost a son couldn't act cheerful. She also knew she couldn't bring Kit back to life, which made her feel a bit helpless. But what could she do? Sometimes she would just wait until he was alone, and then she would just hug him without a world. That simple hug was all that she could give him.

Now there were two more graves in the Central City cemetery, one with the name of Dale Arden Gordon and one with the name of Christopher Walker. Sometimes the Defenders would visit these graves, bringing flowers and hoping for the future. One day, Ming would be rendered harmless: he would never kill an innocent again.

The end.