To dance among falling stars
Michael woke up to the whirring sound of a blender, sitting straight up, covered in sweat again. Hey looked into the small kitchen, seeing John mixing up something in the blender, Peter sitting next to him, writing something down.

"Hey Mike." John said quietly, turning the blender off.

"John, what are you doing here?" Michael stood, pulling his shorts on.

"Easy, you had a falling down fit outside Taylor Hall, I just made sure you got back here and got some rest."

"I did what?"

"You got real dizzy and stumbled. You weren't real coherent, i managed to get you back here before you completely passed out. You kept mutter something about the Law, and i wasn't real interested." John was a good guy, reliable, dependable, but always holding things back. It always felt like he was keeping secrets, and Michael wasn't a real big fan of secrets.

"I see."

"Peter got back about an hour ago, and he and i have been shooting the breeze since then. I called all of your professors and let them know you had a sudden case of ill, and that you'd be around tomorrow to catch up."

"Thanks John."

The Phone rang quietly, and Michael walked over and answered it.
"Hello?"

"Michael, you have to get out of that house, now." The voice was hushed, but was definitely female.

"I'm sorry, what?" He looked over at Peter and John.

"Peter is plotting you harm. You have to get out of there now. It's for your own good. Meet me at the Moonshot Cafe."

"Okay..." He set the phone back down, hanging it up.

Peter looked up at this time, his eyes boring softly into Michael. "What's wrong?"

"Wrong number."

"I see."

Michael started putting on a shirt, and grabbing his shoes. "I need to get some air, i'll be back later."

"All right, take care, call if you need anything."
Michael stepped quietly out of the apartment, walking down the flight of stairs. He passed an elderly man on his way, nodding and smiling once. He thought he recognized the man, but wasn't entirely sure.

He walked over to the Moonshot, realizing he had underdressed for the evening.

(Back at the Apartment)
The knock fell softly across the door, the wizened hand rapping softly from the outside. John opened the door, letting the man inside.

"Greetings boys, i trust you are playing nicely?"

"Yes, Sir." Both John and Peter said quietly, bowing to the man. Peter and John sat back down, sipping their blended drinks.

"So what can you tell me of the boy?"

"He's confused, but the Good doctor has confirmed what both John and I have suspected. He is the keeper."

"Very good, gentlemen, this bodes fortunate for the rest of the world."

"Then we still have time?" John asked quietly.

"My son, there is always more time than you think there is, but always less time than you think there should be."

(The Moonshot Cafe)
Michael walked in, seeing the girl sitting a table waiting for him. She beckoned him over, and he sat down across from her.
"My name is Jenna, and your name is Michael."

"A pleasure to meet you, Jenna." Michael smiled softly at her.

"Peter is trying to kill you."

"Why would Peter try to kill me?"

"Because that's what Peter does, he kills people."

"What?"

"Here, take a look at this." Jenna reached into her purse, opening her wallet and handing Michael a picture. It was of Jenna, two younger brothers, and her parents...and someone else in the background. Michael stared closely, realizing the face. It was Peter.

"This picture was taken three years ago, when Peter mysteriously showed up on our doorstep, alone and cold on a Christmas eve night. My Parents took him in, letting him share our home. I awoke in the middle of the night to find the house ablaze and Peter walking through the flames, smiling as he waded through the destruction."

"Wasn't he getting burned by the fire?"

"No, he was ignoring it completely, just wading through it, pulling people into the flames. There wasn't anything i could do but watch as my little brothers were burnt alive."

"I can't believe this..."

"I heard Peter and Doctor Jones talking this afternoon. They have something planned for you, something sinister, something evil. You have to get away."

"I can't just leave, i have responsibilities..."