"Blue flames consumed a warehouse in a five alarm blaze in Los Santos tonight, and authorities suspect mutant involvement..." The eleven o'clock news was on quietly in the living room, but Anna reached for the remote and turned it up. Jen looked up from the book she was reading and frowned.

"Blue fire. Hey isn't Aidan -"

"Be quiet," Anna snapped, and the teen closed her mouth with a click. Anna looked over and shook her head. "I'm sorry."

"S'okay," Jen closed the book and sat up while the talking head on the news droned on, the images switching to a warehouse that was still smoldering, the only flames left a ruddy orange.

Oh Dios, por favor dime que Aidan no estaba involucrado. Anna pressed her hands to her lips, unable to look away from the screen.