Artemis jerked out of bed at the strange, almost automated-sounding announcement. That wasn't the usual system... Where was the doctor? Who or what was Iris? And he'd been right... 'federal training'. What exactly that meant at this point, though, he wasn't sure.

Haku.

The boy rolled out of bed immediately, spotting Haku on the other side of the room. He'd lived through the night. Thank God, he'd lived through the night. Artemis walked quietly over to his friend and knelt on the floor, taking his hand gently. They were both safe now, everything would be fine--for now. Softly and into the mattress, Artemis let out the tears he'd been holding back in the basement.