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“Well, we have the Samaan problem handled. The Hugo problem is gone. Now we have all these people needing shelter, and I have no idea who they are,” said Gaspar to Ian and the others. They were watching them eat as if they hadn’t eaten in days. They were dirty, desperately needing clean clothing and showers.

“I need you to trust me in this, brother. I saved that man, and for good reason. There was something about him I couldn’t put my finger on, but he was never wrong about whether a tango was lying or telling the truth. He knew with just a touch if someone was good or evil.”

“Alright. Let’s see what they have to say.”

Irene, Matthew, and Gabriel stood to the side of the cafeteria, watching the chaotic scene of their medical personnel helping the group of individuals. Riley was speaking with the doctor of the group, Adam, looking utterly confused.

“They should be here,” said Matthew.

“They are here,” said Gabriel. “We got them here.”

“I know, I know,” he nodded. “I just don’t want your brother to act too quickly. These folks are different and might scare others. They’ll also open a web of craziness for our own little geniuses. It could be rough around here for a while.”

“When is it not, Pops?” smirked Gabe.

“I’ll get the children clean clothes,” said Irene. “We’ll take them all to the pond later. Anything urgent the medical team can take care of.”

“The craziness continues,” smiled Gabe. “I think I’m enjoying this more than I thought.”

“Yes, but that could end tragically,” said Matthew, nodding toward Marilisa, who was speaking to her rescuer. In the corner of the cafeteria, with a definite handprint on his face, Saint frowned at her table, looking as if he were going to set it on fire.

“He’ll learn, or he’ll be miserable,” said Irene. “Either way, we’ll be here for all of them.” Matthew kissed his wife, nodding.

“We always are, my love. We always are.”