Mikey sits in his room, isolated in the dark with his hands turned upwards on his knees. He's been meditating for days now. It's another vision. There's been whispers around the base of what he knows, what information he'll tell them when he comes out of it. It's almost never good.

He is deep in his trance, floating a foot above the ground, until he's not. With a silent, open mouthed gasp, he opens his eyes and falls to the ground.

Mikey always lands on his feet. When he looks up and sees you, he smiles, eyes wrinkling at the corners.

"I was hoping you'd be here."