"For many years, I have built this school reserved for children with...special abilities. I accept these students under my care; I show no fear of their age, race, gender, flaws, sexual orientation, and so on. I believe that these children should ha...
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As soon as Dr. Willow enters the kitchen, the area grew silent.
Bittersweet smells of saltwater overwhelmed the children's noses; blue couches circled around a black 32-inch state-of-the-art television (which was considered to be very popular in the 90s).
But sadly, it gathered more dust than the granite countertops. Clear windows were moistened in thick vapor, whereas the dark brown furniture squeaked like captured mice.
Annoyed by the frequent ticking of the oven clock, the kids decide to pass the time by asking the grownups some questions.
"So, how did you and Victor Frankenstein first meet, Triton?" inquired Nessa.
"And when did Jason call you guys?" Brooke asks her parents in a suspicious tone.
The adults exchange sheepish looks at one another until they eventually told them the truth.
"After we split up, your parents and I ask the civilians about the monster that attacked the cruise ship."
Johnny nods, remembering the event in the newspaper.
"Sadly, we couldn't get the townsfolk to talk," Triton continued.
"Let alone be in the same room as us. All of a sudden, your mother had a vision that you kids encounter a sea dragon."
A chuckling Caleb scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah," he says nervously. "It was stronger than we thought."
He points his finger at Nessa who is busy rubbing Brooke's salve all over her agonizing bruises.
An aghast Adelaide takes a careful glimpse at Nessa's black eye and wounded lip.
"Oh my God," she breathed. "How the hell did this happen?"
Nessa wore an uneasy smile. "I got a little careless."
Triton shakes his head in disbelief.
"You've inherited your mother's bravery." he insisted. "That sea monster is put up a nasty fight."
He trains his eyes at Johnny, who stood very awkwardly behind his little sister.
"Are you okay, kiddo?" he asks in an anxious tone.
"Yeah," said Johnny, smiling. "I am just glad you guys are here."
Caleb put on a goofy smirk. "Aw, look at you acting all sentimental!"
"Oh, shut up."
Meanwhile, Brooke reaches into her jeans pocket and takes out a small tube of lotion.
Uncapping the bottle, she squirts a small dab of white lotion on her fingertip and re-applied it to Nessa's injuries.
