She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

Hidden in a toolbox, in the rafters of his four-car garage, was an envelope full of pictures taken by a private detective...They were pictures of a scrawny, boyish looking nine year old with a wide mouth and a tangle of brown hair...Her eyes were oblong and deep set, their color hidden from the camera by the slant of the sun. The angles and planes of her face were oddly beautiful just then, in that moment, frozen on Kodak paper. A hint of the woman she would someday become.

The Professor gripped his axe, having pulled it, with some difficulty, from the boy's head.

An action, to have moral worth, must be done from duty.

There's no time like the present to love deeply, claim our power and live our purpose!

Max?' he asked.'Yeah?''...What are you doing?''Shooting people.